You drew those lines.
You built those fences.
You told me its my country.
You told me what lay on the other side was the enemy.
Those mountains and rivers, you divided.
Those skies and winds, you labelled.
Those forests, you said were now theirs.
Those playing fields, you said were now war zones.
I stood with the gun upon my shoulders
on those rocky mountains now my home.
You sat in your plush seats with your loved ones.
You said its war.
I shot many a sons, the mothers grieved.
I shot lovers, the lovers grieved.
I shot humans, families grieved.
But it was the enemies you said…