Pity the nation whose men are sheep
and whose shepherds are bad guides
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars
whose sages are silenced
Pity the nation that does not raise its voice
except to praise the conquerors
and acclaim the powerful as heroes
and that aspires to command the world
with force and torture
Pity the nation that knows not
any other language but its own
no other culture but its own
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and who sleeps the sleep of those
with too full bellies
Pity the nation – oh, pity the men
who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be swept away
My country, tears of thee
sweet land of liberty!

(by Lawrence Ferlinghetti) Lawrence Ferlinghetti - Wikipedia

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