Eyes up to the Man, the Flag and God
Clutching the national plant
Watching the national bird
Singling the national anthem
Running my fingers through the national sod
Yet I can see the other
I am stitched into the weave of the cloth
I love the way that’s right
I have sex the way I should
Walk, talk and act in the mould
To the national flame I’m the moth
You are other
God hates all of the others kind
For we are his warriors
Made in his image
Born by his blood
Virtuous down to our saintly rind
And you are still other
In my love for my country, undeterred
I will hate for it
I will fight for it
I will lie and die for it
I live in a country you’ve never heard
And you are other
