Borders have various forms. Some begin with the crude,
physical form of barbed wire, and end with the very limits of a
soul. The deadliest frontiers are the prisons we carry inside us
where ever we go, the cages that hold our buried grudges that
wait patiently for the right time to build more walls and spawn
more grudges.
Originally, borders were a way to determine how to serve
justice and to preserve freedoms, but now instead they
serve to build the pride and greed of insatiable tyrants at
the expense of the dignity of their brothers from the rest of
humanity within the borders they have built up.
In a world of masters and followers separated by borders
both real and imagined, can our protagonist find peace
within his hatred of borders or will he declare a relentless war
against them?