It's tied up and beaten,
badly bruised and half eaten,
left in a warehouse to partially rot,
rarely remembered and mainly forgot,
hangs limp from kickings,
beatings and shakings,
left to starve
while they rob all the takings,
bleeding and torn,
infrequently worn,
Rohypnol fed
and fucked in the head,
the place we were bred
and born,
a country lays dying in scorn.
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