You realize borders are imaginary.
They’ll still be so when we’re interplanetary.
All our craft falls between a weapon or a tool.
They are used as either by the whole human pool.
One side of a wall can hold poor desperation.
The opposite, home to armed & glutted nation.
If we’d look past map lines we’d see they’ve the same men.
Astronauts see a globe that’s free of division.
Just takes one person to conclude they’re just like glass.
Break on thru the lie & then we’re all of one class.
L.B.Stowe 