Where is a country that has no warders?
to be a world free, without any borders
Who casts the laws with self-righteous applause?
Designed with bent rulers that trace all our flaws
What is the past but an echo of space?
We can dimly recall, yet never retrace
When does the truth grow a narrow motif?
Between science and faith comes make-believe
And why do we tie ourselves to short lives?
When we should live tall, against the high tide
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