A
dark line drawn across the map, the land,
the
hearts and hopes. An old inconstant lover
turned
traitor. Wars conducted undercover.
A
cold, coherent stratagem that's planned
to
split the world, to conquer and expand.
A
paradigm which relegates your brothers
and
sisters to the status of 'the other'.
My
soul is slowly sucked into quicksand ‒
I
love you, fear you, curse you to your grave,
I
want you, but your hate poisons my mind ‒
a
new refinement of an ancient art.
As
flickering shadows play across the cave,
we
drift into a dream of humankind ‒
that
more unites us than sets us apart.
RJT
I've always loved alterity.
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