Nation By The Mirror

"Independence and development,
Goals and gains of nationalism
Are best gauged through
The eyes of a nation's prisoner"

A man once thought

The thought vanished at the approach
Of the warder's baton
Angry with the hungry
Bitter with the bitten then beaten
By the stick meant for the snake
Whose tongue stitch seams
Marking divisions called unity
Source to nationality
Home to sovereignty
Heaven to nonsensical ambiguity
Hell, to honesty
The warder swings the baton
To be part of in loyalty
In exchange for a promise
No bigger than a lunch box's treatise
Nor juicy enough to quench a single ant's thirst

So, his angry,
At own reflection
That, of a nation