Invisible Strings

The world like this,

Divided, labeled, certain.

But should we care,

If the map is innocent?

These lines,

Stretched across a thousand beliefs,

Carrying the weight of some, yet none.

Drawn by hands, not earth.( sometime I wonder if she knows)

Some, carved by wars,

Some by words

And some by silence.

The price,

so colourful,

a painted sky,

a stained soil.