The poor can’t afford to be patriotic
Is that a statement
or an order Sir?
Stand down, stand
easy Private Williams!
The pen is mightier
than the sword!
But a pen can’t cut
your head off Sir!
You’ve been
brutalised without even knowing it
We’ve kept you
impoverished to stop you from seeing it
But I love my country
Sir!
Why?
Well, this green and
pleasant land, my dysfunctional family, my friends
Your gang?
But what is an army
if it’s not a gang?
You know that we call
you lot thugs?
We hunted you down,
killed and imprisoned you in India of the 19th Century
But we are the same
skin colour Sir! We worship the same God!
Where did your
subservience come from man?
From poverty Sir,
from being poor.
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