A Loss of a Persona

If you shine a shoe you get a tip, If you brush it well, You get even a bigger tip, If you denounce yourself, And renounce your roots, You get a reward...you get a nip, Of the welfare and the system that keep, Watching you and your progress in deep, That you may one day cause a serious rip, And betray your donor and give him a hip,. Well done keep on brushing...and dig into the deep, You are not the only one who sweats beyond the break., Who sweats beyond the bleep, They’re certainly enough of you... Very many...on support and on the drip, It serves you right to suffer since you left your nest, When you looked down on the mighty debris and the crest, Of your beloved homeland that was the best, Now be a living dead with a never-ending rest, The way you look...the way you talk, The way you walk and the way you are wrongly dressed, Your land certainly keeps your head above and pride, Your land keeps even quieter on your offences and hide, Your land is still faithful to you..Generous and kind, If you round the world...reach the skies you won't find, So generous than her...so merciful...so brave it was signed, By one million and a half million martyrs, But today look at yourself...don't play the blind, Look at your face,. Look at your pace, Look at all of you...which you won't find, I think that all of you that was...had certainly died.