Most parts of the country I live in are below sea level. Over hundreds of years man has been battling with the sea. This poem is about a flat country, where xenofobism is thriving these days. It’s sad to see that there is so much hate against those who are considered to be different.
I live in a country so flat
Our mountains are the dunes, how about that?
I live in a country where the wind will play
with water, her fiance.
Where the powerlines seem like towers
transporting imaginary words with powers.
I only hope that these words are those of wisdom
instead of antagonism.