I put you on the map Like a thumbtack, Like a push pin With tiny flag, And gently press. And now you are safely in. And I observe, how new country grows, Expands its borders, Gets the coat of arms, And anthem. Population rises in numbers, They’re patriotic, some for sure are willing To give their lives for noble cost Of your continuing glorious existence. …. My finger hurts, for I am pressing Too many push pins hard into the map. And tiny flags all flatter in the wind, And clouds billow, The clouds, that my own breath creates. The map gets blurry. I avert my aching eyes, I try to rest, But soon the hated voice within Tells me to try to go on, take all in And to continue Building of the world, That I’m not really part of, But it seems It’s what I do best.
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Push another pin, but insure it is freely post
Not subject to winds of war and metal melting.
Thank you so very much for the restack, @Dave pearen 💫