Jess Moon
Jess Moon
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Thai Borders

The sky is alive with bipolar whether as I reach the high north of this land, lush and pristine
Scattered remnants of careless guests, shards of glass amongst the green
Polished to perfection as much as possible brushing the unwanted footsteps away
Glistening corners of gilded rooftops, glowing with opulence and accolade
Yet a country bordering two mighty struggles, both north and south suffering internal divide
the contrast is striking to see what occurs when neighbours don’t lend a hand to stop genocide
the peace in this haven is valued and golden but a heavy weight is pressing below and above
How can there be peace in a bubble when all around the borders is burstingly desparate for love?

Photo: Temple in Chiang Mai, Thailand

Poem written in Chiang Mai, July 2017

Jess Moon

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