Every nation is an illusion
Made up of different dreams
But what’s the thread that mends them
When they’re tearing at the seams
What brought these scraps together
To weave a sordid quilt
Were they joined by oppression?
Or wars protecting guilt?
Who benefits from a nation dream?
Is it few or is it all?
A dream not dreamt to serve the whole
From any height may fall
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