My nation is a jellyfish:
Forgetting her drive,
Ignoring her will,
Resting into the current, the tide.
Her tentacles reach farther
Than she ever imagined.
And yet
She contentedly eats with her anus
As many invertebrates have since the origin of life.
She forgets her very heritage-
The bravery,
Resourcefulness,
And compassion that made her respectable. Instead,
She clings to the stings
As the sole feature that make her great.
Oh love,
You are not a Man of War,
You are of the ocean, of the globe.
