As long as there are lines in the sand,
and places where we’ve divide this land,
as long as we close our hearts with folded hands,
we’ll be patriotic and religious and bound by our flag’s bands.

As long as we need passports and visas for travel,
to places where “your” seas seem separate from “my” gravel,
as long as our delusions of possession don’t unravel,
we’ll be soldiers and martyrs and poets who cavil;

As long as religions are bigger than god’s seasons,
and faith is more important than reason,
as long as love and peace are more perverse than treason,
we’ll advocate the rights and wrongs of the heathen;

As long as life seems more important than death,
and the act of breathing more important than a breath,
as long as we smoke this printed meth,
there will always be;

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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