I curse the country I am born in,
Night and day for not being able to protect,
The rights of migrant workers,
Who barter their bodies for survival,
To offer a semblance of a life with,
Human dignity to their families,
In an alien land whose wealth has come,
From exploitation and not from nature,
Nobody ever is naturally wealthy,
Those feudal Qatari thugs,
Running a system of wage-slavery,
Stooges of a decadent West,
Whose conscience long murdered,
Since the moment they colonized,
A good part of humanity;
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