Lines Upon Lines

A web of borders and walls has grown denser-
now a Yellow Line cuts through Gaza, dividing families and futures in the name of ceasefire.
A marker of withdrawal, a boundary behind which soldiers stand, controlling fifty-eight percent
of an enclave already broken.

Before the Yellow Line came the Green Line:
the 1949 armistice boundaries,
drawn with a simple green pen,
meant to be temporary but lasting decades-
not a border but a scar dividing what was once whole.

Then the Blue Line appeared to the north,
marking where Lebanon meets Israel,
drawn by the United Nations in 2000,
another "temporary" demarcation
monitored by peacekeepers in blue helmets.

From Green to Blue: fifty-one years.
From Blue to Yellow: twenty-five.
The intervals between our lines grow shorter
temporary solutions accelerating,
each new color promising peace
while the palette of division expands.
What shade will mark the map twelve years from now?

These lines -green, blue, yellow-
if mixed together would make a murky brown,
the color of earth,
the color of the land's indigenous people.

These arbitrary boundaries-
drawn through olive groves and ancient streets,
through family homes and centuries of memory -
become more than marks on maps.

They transform into invisible barriers,
dividing not just territory but our collective humanity,
cutting through our capacity to see ourselves in others.

The mountain does not know where it is divided.
The rain falls on both sides of the line.
The roots of trees reach deep below all borders.
Only humans honor these imaginary cuts across the continuous fabric of our earth.

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