You must know I like my country, <br />Life here is simple. <br />Pressed for release <br />There is no need for a lavatory <br />The bush is a welcome variant; <br />No one bothers, no one looking your way. <br />Needing provocation <br />You need not search far, <br />Unwary face may welcome excrement <br />Thrown from an up stair window; <br />Burst upon your sockets <br />Your shriek is disdained. <br />You are dull <br />It matters only a grain, <br />With deftly copied reminders <br />You are sure to pass. <br />Even when you flunk that interview <br />Lady with fat bottoms, <br />You will sit in that office <br />After sitting on your employer's <br />Masculine rod in the dark. <br />Tell me you need a wife <br />And reveal your having not looked, <br />Every girl needs a husband; <br />Crusades where they call down Fire, their <br />Sorcerers mixing love medicines <br />And many draining cosmetic shops <br />Greedily seek men. <br />Happy and holy is my country, <br />Land of many twists; <br />That old woman does not smile <br />At you for naught <br />Grease you her itching palm; <br />The motorcycle rider will shunt traffic <br />If you are late <br />But you must pay. <br />There is always a short cut to everything, <br />It only needs you to belong; <br />Do as I do, don't worry. <br />Keep the nation as poor <br />And as depraved as is. <br />In all the oppression of the have-nots, <br />The poverty of the squelched <br />And the confusion of the youth <br />Full churches and clubs <br />Point to the truth that <br />Suffering is compatible with obsessed grinning <br />And smug laughter in my country.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-country/
