A country

What is a country after all?
A border. And enclosed within.
There. A leader. Powerful. Tall.
In charge of virtue. And sin.

No. Are the people all the same?
Do they all sing the same song?
Are their bodies the same frame?
Are they a faceless, voiceless throng?

Within the borders of a nation see
not just caricature and stereotype
but an ever-changing history
with a new page written tonight

See the shopkeeper bawling from their lungs
the mother and brother hugging one another
maybe calling in different tongues
but more like us than like an "other"

Too easy, in the past, we forget this
we forget a country's cultural riches
because we have to. We can't remember any more.
Not if we are to fight their country's leader's war.