Territories ! Where do I stand free?

Mars is ours and Jupiter theirs ,
Some claim their bounds with pride indeed;
Yet who are we so weak , thus souls,
To claim a spec of earth?
Hath human kind changed day , to night;
Had they done so with brain or swords?

Eve gave birth to human kind,the human kind;
Yellow, brown, black or white,
And was a time there , bounds unknown,
As then believed the human kind,
That land beneath or far apart,
Is only owned by God alone.

As colonies of ants then multiplied,the human kind,
As child when walks forgets the cradled time,
The human kind too, learnt; unlearned,
The truth of its own kind and claimed as God,
Then marked their bounds with walls or swords,
Swords that grew their bounds ahead with every thrust.

As swords that knew no mercy nor kinship ties,
They guarded their plots fiercely as lions or dogs;
Today we say its map of world, with pride lit bright,
Lands of whites, yellows, blacks or browns,
We claim the lands as ours alone,
At end of breaths, burried or burnt ,we have no right to claim a land.

Here I stand amidst the borderline ,
Where you're sealed step in or out,
Where you feel no more alien than on Jupiter or mars;
Here are the lines which know no respect, for human kind,
Though souls alike with flesh and blood,
The purest soul crosses the lines to either side with fear and guilt.

At aftermath we claimed alike, no more we fight,
We've lost more souls than land we gained;
Lets put aside our guns and cannons,
And live in peace till end of times;
Yet more listeners had questions,
Was it peace or fair partitions?

From stone age we began to reach the age of information,
From flint we lit to learn nuclear reaction;
Now a click or glance could change denominations,
Enslaving art took new shape through creative creations;
Hatred , ruthlessness , unlawful laws take power coloured with defamation,
With colours anew , yet continue colonisation.

Barracks , barricades , barbed wire and walls,
Cards, papers,letters and scrolls;
All agents of barrier and restrictions,
If today has no meaning for colonial giants,
Thus now they learnt from what's unlearned ;
Is the world at fringe of unforseen revolution?

They blame people for colour , religion or race,
Though non is a class of mass terrorising ,
Sources of unity has no connotation,
When there is no scope for recrimination ;
The only hope is a call for the great revolution,
That help man traverse free of restrictions.