Indie Scribe Magazine February 2015 | Page 47

We huddle on this grain of sand

set in an endless sea

with national allegiance

as our first priority.

Our arbitrary boundaries

we patrol from month to month

just to see another nation

won't abscond with our free lunch.

There is another way to live

upon our grain of sand

in which we don't divide ourselves

in arbitrary bands.

Together we look upward

into that endless sea

and dream of epic voyages

spelled out in poetry.

If we join hands and share the dream

we're bound to rise above

this humble little grain of sand

the key is simple. Love.