Land without boundaries

A land without boundaries,
A street without a name,
A road without an end,
A sign post without a pillar,
A home without its peoples,
Is a mystery beyond all reasons,
Has time ebbed into the legions,
Sinking humanity into oblivion,
Or has he escaped extinction,
From the throes of anarchy and destruction,
Can life be found yet again,
And land once lost be reclaimed,
Streets and roads would be swarming again,
With signposts leading to their homes there again,
The face once lost would be found again,
And smiles will be regained,
Futures will be borne again,
And this time destinies will truly be free without any remains.

Here’s a cleaned-up version of your poem, maintaining its thought-provoking themes while improving clarity and flow:

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**A Land Without Boundaries**

A land without boundaries,  

A street without a name,  

A road without an end,  

A signpost with no pillar,  

A home without its people—  

Is a mystery beyond reason.  

Has time slipped into the legions,  

Sinking humanity into oblivion?  

Or has it escaped extinction,  

Surviving the throes of anarchy and destruction?  

Can life be found once more,  

And lands long lost be reclaimed?  

Streets and roads will once again swarm,  

With signposts guiding people home.  

The face once lost will be found,  

And smiles will return.  

Futures will be born again,  

And this time, destinies will be free—  

Without remnants, without chains.