A poem about the ability for European people with passports to cross a border with no trouble whatsoever, while people who seek refuge experience borders as an obstacle and is the cause for serious hardship. It was inspired by walking from Greece to Macedonia as a person from a foreign land.
cross lines without meaning
just one look
ahead without dreaming
that’s all it took
i get a pass
while others not so fast
we all foreigners to this land
to us all it is foreign, land
stressed they will tress
it’s such a mess around me
i am free because of what’s in my hand
they are trapped as it’s lost from their hands
walls put up, imaginary
fences and barbed wire
find a place for the dead to be buried
hopes crushed, barely living tired
borders taking shape
an unwelcoming sign
people following orders
media frenzy turns them blind
eyes opened to reality
difference between love and hate
accepting inhumane casualties
divided yet the same fate
all part of one kind or so I thought
your birth place identifies who you are
word association what we are taught
reached for non-existing stars
seek refuge in world you don’t know
not allowed to stay
get refused for what you can and cannot show
please go back the same way
while i freely travel
whole lives get unraveled
if only we would break down the borders
that we created to separate and keep order