There is a situation which we all can see
For which we should all bend on our knee
These are the simple lines
Which we all make on our math notebooks and doodle in our free time.
But this line was very strangely defined,
With no consent, or a lead to the peace,
It was just defined, not like we do in algorithms or science
But it was defined which destroyed so many people's life who were innocent and kind
But few of us think
That was fine.
We weren't the defaulters
For the non-fluid borders
But to be truthful, tell me one thing
A secret, a default, or a crime,
Do we all still seem fine?
To the ones who are from behind
The cruel little line, or the big stop sign
This isn't how it should be,
I should love to tell my dream
Which is to blur those lines of partition
and become a pigeon and scream,
Being audible amidst the strokes of division, to every team
No one should hate, quote unquote
Or blame or revenge or scare off
We should all live the world, with fun and no moods off,
And not of wars or neither shots
But of peace and untied knots.