Colonialism
I come to conquer
I will travel over seas to your treacherous shipwreck coast
Hit the wild west of your rebel county
Come hell or high water
To look for only the best in life
All or nothing
Lost until you
Take what is mine
No permission sought
Hostile resistance is ultimately futile
Waiting for a sustained lapse of treason
Your irresistible object will meet my immovable force
With an upside down flag in the earth
Bleached out by sun and rain
Forever alien
Our lethal cocktail
Explodes in my face
Waiting for you to leave me to my own incendiary devices
Take your castle
Take your peace
It's my God and Queen-given mandate to rule
My superiority
And your duty to comply captivated in my plantation
Survey my ordnance
I come to learn of and familiarise the exotic and strange
Sow my castaway rape seed in your flowers' beds
And process the oil
Give you a smallpox handkerchief to wipe away your tears
Let you get to grips with my model railway
Bring light to the dark by lifting your veil
Lose your identity
Fix your reality
Map your uncharted regions and oceans
With my awareness of the Earth's surface
To know your contours and the lies of your land
Visually separate “you” and “me”
Civilise love under my smallpox blanket
Write my blood lines into your history
While I introduce new disease
Teach the language of success
And tame
Lynn Dye
Sun 14th Aug 2011 13:59
Powerful stuff, Chris. This was all so true and unjust, and reminds me of my favourite song, My Native Son.