The Nations Beloved One
Jack-boots marching along the boulevard.
Heads with empty faces turn towards the podium full of old men who have cheated and schemed their nation into social and economic decay.
A national flag big enough to block out the sun; carried by children who do not know anything but hate for those on the other side of a wall with guns aimed at those still dumb enough to think.
Speeches of hate are received with cheers from those who fear the ones standing behind the nations Beloved One.