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Your country, my country - I guess we do not
Own assets of such validation  
More likely they own us, pretending we’ve got
The innate desire of nation 
How do we recognize our ethnicity
Must be ingrained in the genes
But what if my genes sign of non-specificity
Regardless what nation there is
From the basis of my DNA, can they tell
Who is me, am I real or fake 
What will generalize the AI from my cell
If I came to this world by mistake?
I feel morally exculpated
Every time I get blamed for the tribe
To which I’m formally related
But I don’t get that tribal vibe
People tend to have idols they trust
Something easy and wise, like AI
Out of a clay back to dust 
Same old route through the horoscope sky
I wasn’t inventing a nation or country
If you’re going to charge me for this
I was born to live far from my favorite sea
So have mercy on me, wave a kiss.

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