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ardora:

"And on the Mexican border, Someone has ripped through a fence Of reinforced chicken wire With bolt cutters, And erected a hammock By suspending it Between two of the fence’s Concrete pillars.
After swinging gently back and forth, From Texas to Mexico and then From Mexico back to Texas, They doze off; contemptuous Of the security guards Patrolling this artificial demarcation – For, once upon a time, Texas was Mexico And Texas didn’t exist.
When Eugene Debs was imprisoned For conscientious objection in World War One He said, on September 11th 1915, ‘I have no country to fight forMy country is the earthI’m a citizen of the world.’”
– Heathcote Williams, “No Borders”

ardora:

"And on the Mexican border,
Someone has ripped through a fence
Of reinforced chicken wire
With bolt cutters,
And erected a hammock
By suspending it
Between two of the fence’s
Concrete pillars.

After swinging gently back and forth,
From Texas to Mexico and then
From Mexico back to Texas,
They doze off; contemptuous
Of the security guards
Patrolling this artificial demarcation –
For, once upon a time,
Texas was Mexico
And Texas didn’t exist.

When Eugene Debs was imprisoned
For conscientious objection in World War One
He said, on September 11th 1915,
I have no country to fight for
My country is the earth
I’m a citizen of the world.’

– Heathcote Williams, “No Borders

What thoughts I have of you tonight,
Walt Whitman,
for I walked down the side streets under the trees
With a headache self conscious looking at the full moon.
Dreaming of your enumerations!
I saw you, Walt Whitman! childish old man walking among the aisles.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman?
Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
We will both be lonely
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love, past blue automobiles,
home to our silent cottage?
Are you my Angel?
Walt Whitman,
Write poems for me!
"Selections", Allen Ginsberg 1954