ON MOTHER AND MOTHERLAND

Patriotically, he is as great as any other of his counterpart of the advanced nations that could boast of sending man to the moon. Admittedly, he is the greatest, for, he never hates others, nor is he jealous of others' lot. He lives in contentment, bequeaths it to his progeny, and most likely carries it to his blissful home, there above. The only thing he knows, is his sublime 'SELF' and his mother country. He prefers bearing the badge of inferiority to putting. on the mask of culture only to commit heinous crimes under its shade. So, he spurns the idea of sitting at the international conference table and jostling with the leading nations, who only label him as a barbarian, according to their standards. He lives in harmony with himself, and with the mother nature, amidst which, he lives most happily and highly. Indeed, his position is enviable.

Yet another. Even the naked Negro who lives at the flaming equator complains not of its harmful effects. Rather, he ever boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine. The burning soil, nor even the boiling water will ever dry up his patriotic impulses. Though he frets and fumes all the year round, he proudly proclaims that his baking soil is equal to the honey soaked and flower-strewn paradise. The unbearable heat roasts him alive, as it were, and causes his plans and progress end in smoke, literally, but not his patriotism. It remains un-drenched, un-burnt and undying. Like his compatriot the Eskimo, he is a 'ditto' more or less with regard to the advantages of education and refinement. But his sense of patriotism is highly developed and nobly groomed. He pounces on those who belittle the glory of his motherland and tears them to pieces. 

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