Contemplating peaceful coexistence when it can only be an illusion here/

In the land of hills and dry heat waves/

Seems (to me) of little use to even try to comprehend these people/

May as well be on another planet/

Best to go/

Best not to return/

Better that way/

And I can't help but think that all these strands of razor/

And barriers won't keep a thing out when what we have become/

And what we have to offer cannot be contained within/

© S. I. Mette