We are good at borders.
As much as we like drawing them,
taking a bit more perhaps
than we ought, settling if forced
for what is right or at least just,
we like crossing them more.
There is adventure in crossing
a border, more so if you can do it
without being invited, seen
or captured and turned away.
How do you think we got here,
at least some of us, stories told
with conviction if not truth.
It was different then but very
much the same as well, for those
within the borders believe they
should decide who gains entry.
They do not consider that
for some crossing a border
is not so much entering but leaving.