What main issue is tackled that is about identity/cultural difference/ etc. in the poem below

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What main issue is tackled that is about identity/cultural difference/ etc. in the poem below

Where our shacks teeter over poisoned creeks,
The thief's our saint who had faith and was saved.
The Imp enthralls yet where our carnival leaks;
But here is no country still, our honchos depraved.
The thief goes scot-free, by a helicopter saved,
The Imp outwits our writ of habeas loot.
No logic avails, no country where lawyers rave,
Everything is soon forgot, all heroics for naught.
Yet our wit is wound with wounds that wail,
Captive to our Imp's "metaphysics" of happiness.
We bear our fathers' sins ever without bail,
And we are nowhere still, hostile to process.
Transcribed Image Text:Where our shacks teeter over poisoned creeks, The thief's our saint who had faith and was saved. The Imp enthralls yet where our carnival leaks; But here is no country still, our honchos depraved. The thief goes scot-free, by a helicopter saved, The Imp outwits our writ of habeas loot. No logic avails, no country where lawyers rave, Everything is soon forgot, all heroics for naught. Yet our wit is wound with wounds that wail, Captive to our Imp's "metaphysics" of happiness. We bear our fathers' sins ever without bail, And we are nowhere still, hostile to process.
My Country's Imp
After EDSA 3
And we are nowhere still, hostile to process
And living mostly on the surface of things,
Captive to our Imp's "metaphysics" of happiness -
A spate of all the world's amber mornings.
For we blink the sad, dark faces of things,
The razz and dazzle of our Imp's humor -
Flux of all the world's electric mornings -
Blank time's malice to rouse our spirit's ichor.
O razz and sparkle of our Imp's humor,
Such gristle as shatters the tyrant's laws,
Voids history's ills, and fires our spirit's liquor
Where coups vaporize in politics without clews!
What Imp's grit to scatter the despot's laws!
And because our fathers loved us, their sins fade
Where ventures choke in scams without clews.
Brief triumph! hubbub and rabble of barricade.
And because our kin are loved, their follies fade
Where shanties barnacle our suffocated creeks.
Fleet glory! and baffle and babble retrograde,
Our Imp still rules, and our laughter leaks.
Transcribed Image Text:My Country's Imp After EDSA 3 And we are nowhere still, hostile to process And living mostly on the surface of things, Captive to our Imp's "metaphysics" of happiness - A spate of all the world's amber mornings. For we blink the sad, dark faces of things, The razz and dazzle of our Imp's humor - Flux of all the world's electric mornings - Blank time's malice to rouse our spirit's ichor. O razz and sparkle of our Imp's humor, Such gristle as shatters the tyrant's laws, Voids history's ills, and fires our spirit's liquor Where coups vaporize in politics without clews! What Imp's grit to scatter the despot's laws! And because our fathers loved us, their sins fade Where ventures choke in scams without clews. Brief triumph! hubbub and rabble of barricade. And because our kin are loved, their follies fade Where shanties barnacle our suffocated creeks. Fleet glory! and baffle and babble retrograde, Our Imp still rules, and our laughter leaks.
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