No borders
Sans Frontières
Ohne Grenzen
Let there no more be
Criminals of geography
Set them free
Those refugees
Is that Anarchy?
Let no more customs taxes
Be used as palm-waxers
But patch the cracks
Where company fat
Lurks in loopholes instead of mending train tracks
Human beings being
Disallowed for fleeing
Government regimes
Punished twice it seems;
they didn’t want to leave
Open the gates, cut the cord
Move free, back and forward
Stifle stupid laws
Smash established orders
No borders
Here’s one I prepared earlier… I wrote this poem a while back and tried submitting it to a few poetry journals. However, no one wanted to publish it (for various reasons) so here ’tis. It’s also a little something to keep Clairevetica ticking over as I’m doing NaNoWriMo this month so I won’t have a lot of time for blogging! Plus, I needed to use this perfectly-suited photo I took. Hope you enjoy it, and wish me luck on my emerging novel. Oh, my novel? A feminist sci-fi set in post-apocalyptic Switzerland, thanks for asking!