Why should my free soul
Be bound by imaginary lines.
Oh why should these lines
Be fenced on the land
Be drawn on the maps
Be etched in the minds
Be engraved in the hearts
I rebel against these confines
I leap across these limits
My feet sense no lines
My eyes see no fence
My mind thinks no limits
My heart feels no bounds
It appears an awful sight
To control my free soul
To the confines of geography.
To the whole world it belongs
Compassion is its language.
Mankind its fellow compatriots.
Yes, Earth is my Homeland.
~Ilmana Fasih
12 January 2011
The love of one’s country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border? ~Pablo Casals
Blind to Bounds 
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