When was chewed
I knew language
But was born somewhere else
(Now needed by States)
I got job; FBI
Too happy and proud I went round
Served master for bread
Hoped to go spread
Peace, kindness
When peace gained
Gold bridge welded way
Smooth was the terrain
Soon things turned
They became strange
I was out
Pomegranate or orange
Juice was sucked
As skin had no use
I am out with insult
Pain and shame is my share
Simple; dumb, I deserve
(I have sold my nation)
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