Covered in rags
Living on streets
No home to sleep
Nor a square meal

Do they know of
Their nations fame
Or glorious past
Touted in vain

What do they feel
Of leftovers in bins
Sad at their plight
Or gulp it with a grin

Do they dream
Of a better life
Or cursed by birth
Happy to survive

And yet every year
They wave the flag
And salute the nation
Abandoning them