There’s no point reasoning with them 
Because they cannot see sense
And the world is living in the present tense
Of rules and order
What is in a border
When you can’t cross it
And you can’t imagine the loss, it
Steals away the very heart
Of living, the breathing’s the taking part 
As I beg to stem the flow of tears
A heart breaking as we count the years
Like speckled eggs
I drain the cup and the dregs
Sit in my throat
Beware of who you choose to quote