THE LAST BITE
The homeland, a bitten apple,
Thrown on the street,
Swarmed by flies devouring its core.
Wanderers push it with a foot,
Lift it, piss on it.
Drunken passersby of the pitch-black night
Spit on it.
When it hung on the branch,
Everyone wanted to reach it,
Throwing stones to rob it,
Tearing it apart
With fierce, blackened teeth.