The Image of My Nation

To western seige we're a stooge Dancing like drunkards in deluge We sow our seeds in centrifuge. What race gladly ruins her refuge? Free souls strolling behind bars Brave recruits scared of scars Fragrant flowers staring at the stars. Is this who we really are? Running after the beauty behind us We forget the bliss before us Only to find fantasy within us. Will this forever be our focus? Dignity drowns in our political pool Sincerity is scam in new school Wisdom is sourced from cesspool. Is criminality the new cool? Is this just my imagination or the image of my nation?