They turned me upside down
What they could get was
My dripping spittle
The blame is mine, they said
Can an empty sack stand upright?
Can fireflies swarm
Where there's no light?
Looks like I'm drowning
Every debris I clutch on to
Is worst than me
And I think that my country and I
Are in one storm blown boat.
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