To my mother country

-Sanjana

They laughed at she,

Who wore the identitiy,

They were ashamed to reveal

Proudly, on her sleeve.

They mocked he,

Who spoke with fluency,

The mother tongue they hurried to forget,

And boasted off speaking a foreign dialect.

Oh what hypocrisy is it that a man who bows for another land

Is viewed greater than a man who bows for his!

The land we were born in isn’t perfect

But it poured so much love unto you and me

Therefore let’s all work towards realizing

The true beauty of our mother country.

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