Have Mercy

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.