i draw a straight line,
dividing this side from that
white snow falls on this side
while red snow falls on the other
strangely enough, the snow never melts
i draw a curved line
this side is the south that side the north
the line turns into a barbwire fence
strangely enough, the barbwire never rusts
i draw a line deep in the earth
green fruit ripens on this side,
red fruit on the other side
strangely, those who eat the fruit
even brothers become archenemies
iI draw a line as with a knife blade
a wall rises along the line;
those who go over the wall die
strange enough, rifles and swords guard the wall
i draw a line, straight or curved
but the sky does not divide into any sides
a new sphere emerges to erase the lines.