Nation
National flag fluttered,
on the day of national honor,
leader beamed so did his cronies,
all other 'vegetable' that had gathered around,
had little spirit and sound,
whatever they made,
they made out of compulsion,
of one or the other kind,
strange nation appeared elated,
while nationals quite and thoroughly deflated.
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