This world is split into petty fiefdoms,
Swathes of land divided haphazardly,
Lines painted in blood and oil,
An unnatural barrier with great sway,
With the common folk cut betwixt masters,
Made unwilling foes,
A race split into us and them,
Fighting wars over borders pencilled in by dead men,
As they laugh in their coffins,
Already bedded with their winnings,
These lines,
Their artistic carving of dirt,
Impels us to be unwitting conscripts,
Speaking in munitions rather than parlance,
Trading antagonisms as readily as grain,
Dividing us ever further.
WorldofHarley 
an amazing poem! Well done! ❤
Thank you so much my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Amen! The following lines resonated powerfullyL
“Lines painted in blood and oil,…
Fighting wars over borders penciled in by dead men,”
You certainly painted the picture in allegory and metaphors well.
Great work, my friend.
It’s an unfortunate picture to have to paint though isn’t it? 😞
Thank you very kindly though my friend. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
Is an unfortunate picture.
You are welcome my friend. Happy writing.😊
Cheers to you! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin