The citizenship I harbor
Is, alas, a rusty armor.
Whenever I have a tremor,
I don’t get a little warmer.
The citizenship from within
Is like a feather light and thin,
While it has to be so often
The life belt when I’m smitten.
Whenever I am amid the sea
Of depression and agony,
Citizenship should always be
What a man needs to to become free.
Citizenship is the feeling
Of attachment and belonging,
It’s the most powerful craving
For security and sharing.
Citizenship has to give warmth,
It’s a natural right by birth,
It should provide each one on earth
With safety, happiness and mirth.
Yet I lack appreciation
Owing to this queer relation
Between myself and the nation
That inflicts discrimination.
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