Blue skies and green beneath,
but what belies is beyond belief.
I have no borders or check points.
No flags or regalia.
No monuments or visas.
Nor does language define me.
What boundaries on earth define,
the goodly folk from those malign?
Is it in the name of a territory,
where we find a person's identity?
I have no customs or rituals.
No militia or army.
No leader or sovereign.
Nor does history control me.
If a man is his country,
his home and his hearth.
Who then existed before.
Hammurabi's remarks?
