Politic Dog Poem by Achilles Mauko

This pet of mine,
Has just preyed on its first birth,
Claiming it was starving,
When I had just bought it,
Enough to quench its appetite,

This pet of mine,
Has pushed away its second birth,
Leaving it desolate and cold,
Claiming the kettle has no enough space,
And it was only yesterday,
I made it spacious kettle,
For I thought with the new born,
It needed better accommodation,

Now this pet of mine,
Is bitterly barking at its third birth,
This time reason unknown,
If there be, maybe political,
When we had just enacted ordinary law of homestead
Of how to air grievances and amicably resolve disputes

What good is a nation,
That feeds on its children?
Of what interest is a nation,
That refuses to re-settle its very citizens?
Of what benefit is a nation,
That does not respect the ordinary law of the land?

This nation of mine