The Kazak Won

Oh tiny children,
While your arms are so cold
Sit, and you'll swell
And the flies will grow bold

But ah, if you'd sing
The Kazak demands
They eat out your eyes
And chew on your hands

So silent you stay
And angry they become
But his pact won't bend
The Kazak won't succumb

In fear grow larger
And avoid the conflict
But, unforeseen lust
Sedentary addict

The pact, come to end
But you beg to stay on
"I so love it here."
You happily yawn

So, onward you sit
With no pact to stop them
The flies can attack
From a.m. to p.m.

Continue to feast
And oh my, how you wish
You hadn't listened
And licked off his dish

For he always knows
And a game once begun
With the Kazak
Is for him a game won.

A Note: When i wrote this, there's a obvious meaning of person or country, but i think a part of me was also thinking about Ben from LOST.