Borders Are Scratched Across The...

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men; By strangers with a calm, judicial pen; And when the borders bleed we watch with dread; The lines of ink across the map turn red;
Borders are scratched across the hearts of men; By strangers with a calm, judicial pen; And when the borders bleed we watch with dread; The lines of ink across the map turn red; - by Marya Mannes, Subverse: Rhymes for Our Times, 1959
Last Reviewed: Jan 3, 2017
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