Without Borders: A Poem

For Humanity.

Without Borders

You may call me a dreamer,
So be it.
I dream of a world
Full of unarmed truth,
Where hatred is unheard of,
A myth.
Where love runs wild,
Never-ceasing,
Without condition or contract.
I dream of a world
Where hands are for holding,
Not handcuffs,
Where words are for singing,
Not screaming
And slurring.
I dream of a world
So abundant and shining,
Built high by neighbors,
By strangers who just met on a park bench,
But who are already in love.
A world without anger,
Where murder is just a muddled sound
With no meaning,
A world without borders,
Without orders, lawless,
Save the one true law:
Love your neighbor as yourself.
I dream of a world
Where someone, anyone,
Can walk their own street without fear,
Without thinking,
Without worry that they might be hurt.
A world where church bells ring out each day,
Full of hope, not of sorrow,
Ring loud and ring true,
A celebration.
A world where the only death
Is the cork in a bottle full of life,
Brimful of color and peace, fierce and fearless love.
You may call me a dreamer.
So be it.
I only dream of love.

©The Wild Poesy, 2012-2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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Without Borders: A Poem

2 thoughts on “Without Borders: A Poem

  1. aman says:

    world without boarder is heaven.
    where all human being live in harmony and United against evil….one should not follow any creed but just one
    ” Humanity.”……Aman Sharma

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