Chapter Eleven: If This Be A Land of Ones

If this land be a land of Ones
Why am I a Two?
If this be where equality runs
Why then, sit I under you?

You call out yet for your people's rights
Where are mine own then?
You accuse us oft of picking fights
But when have you shared, when?

If my tongue be one of ours
Why should it be silenced?
Who are you to misuse your powers
Yet condemn us of violence?

One of name yet not one in truth
For you bind me at your feet
You with lies and propaganda sooth
Are we curs to be given rotten meat?

Hark ye then you prideful men, one day you shall see
Angry dogs shall not be soothed with promises empty
Call me then, ungracious cur who loves not my country
Yet again, my question remains

How much does my country love me?