USA national poetry month

I draw a line in the sand

Good is on this side, evil on the other

This is my line, you will have to draw your own

 

I draw a line in the sand

I am on this side, you are on the other

It is easier to hate you now

 

I draw a line in the sand 

These people belong here, those are outsiders

We will keep it that way  

 

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I draw a line in my thoughts

These thoughts are normal, those are disquieting

I will not think them

 

I draw a line in my work

This, I will undertake, that, I cannot stomach 

I may have to change jobs

 

I draw a line in my life 

That was my old life, this is my new life 

It will all be different now   

 

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You draw a line in the sand 

You are on that side, I am on this

I am shocked by your bigotry  

 

I draw a line in the sand 

Men come with guns, they make me cross the line 

I am not free to draw lines

 

My line in the sand is moving
Has the world changed, or have I?

It is more difficult than I had thought

 

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I draw a line in the sand 

But the line is crooked 
 

I draw a line in the sand 

But I am unsure where it should go
 

I draw a line in the sand 

The sea erases it
 

I draw a line in the sand 

The wind blows it away 

 

I will not draw lines in the sand 

I will not draw lines in the sand 

I will not draw lines in the sand