USA national poetry month

[mific]

So another of my poems.

Lines

I draw a line in the sand
Good is on this side, evil on the other
This is my line, you will have to draw your own

I draw a line in the sand
I am on this side, you are on the other
It is easier to hate you now

I draw a line in the sand 
These people belong here, those are outsiders
We will keep it that way

*

I draw a line in my thoughts
These thoughts are normal, those are disquieting
I will not think them

I draw a line in my work
This, I will undertake, that, I cannot stomach 
I may have to change jobs

I draw a line in my life 
That was my old life, this is my new life 
It will all be different now

*

You draw a line in the sand 
You are on that side, I am on this
I am shocked by your bigotry

I draw a line in the sand 
Men come with guns, they make me cross the line 
I am not free to draw lines

My line in the sand is moving
Has the world changed, or have I?
It is more difficult than I had thought

*

I draw a line in the sand 
But the line is crooked

I draw a line in the sand 
But I am unsure where it should go

I draw a line in the sand 
The sea erases it

I draw a line in the sand 
The wind blows it away

I will not draw lines in the sand 
I will not draw lines in the sand 
I will not draw lines in the sand

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