The state, country, nation
in which you live in
is not for you,
it's not your
state, country, nation
if you are not wealthy.
The flag doesn't fly for you,
and all those oaths and songs
they teach you to repeat
as the flag flutters in
the wind are but lies,
for the place you live in
doesn't exist for your sake,
it doesn't provide for you,
it takes from you, it uses you,
it makes you live a reduced
life, to chase mirages it throws
up to hide what it is,
for whom it exists.
The wealthy people,
those who have
so that you won't.
Their dreams are fulfilled,
the state, country, nation
echoes from their voice.
The flag flies for them, and all
the oaths are made for them.
The state, country, nation
is a mirror reflecting
their smirking visage,
their wealth
and the doors they
closed before you.
The state, country, nation
is your mass grave
and their monument.
08.03.2024
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