They call it nation building
An allocthonous brontosaur
Is eating all that nature bestows
And great birdlimes abound in the delta area
There's bloodletting in the north
The west is wagging its tongue
And the east wants everything bought from them
And the minorities are trapped
In the bird limes, held up
In spite of their endowment
Still they call it nation building.
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