I am ready to throw out every map in the world.
I am ready to forget where the lines were drawn over the natural ebb and flow.
I am ready to forget which fields hold whose blood for which land.
To forget which coloured people live in what regions.
To forget the migration of the colonial powers.
To forget which continent is a lost cause, and which continent doesn’t have one.
To forget who sent what bomb, to which country, to **** how many people.
To forget why deserts are thirsty for more than just water,
and to forget why jungles are losing more than just trees.
I am ready to throw out every map, atlas and globe.
To throw out the borders that tell us who belongs and who intrudes.
To throw out everything we’ve ever been told,
About what makes us safe,
And what we must fear.
I am ready.