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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 11 May 2008 : 16:06:45
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You, who crossed the Grand Atlantic years ago
In you vast sail boat
Steam ship or flying boat
Who invited you here
Not me , you surely know
You, who landed on the beaches
Breaching my frontiers
Searched my land without any legal warrant
Held my people hostage
For many decades
All this time that spent you here
Doing what you did and want
Without our consent
There was trade you said
Was it fair I ask you now
You got some goods
Claiming title to land and river
Making us slaves
When it suited you
Made us colonial servants
Of your mighty kingdoms
In your right hand you held a holy book
The other held a gun ,sword or spear
Subjugating my people
Without care
Was this fair
Now that I saw
The way you came
I too send my children
Via that same old route
Do not now tell me of the dangers
Or ask me why
You too braved them afore
All I ask is fair play and justice
While I pray daily for their safe landing
All or almost all we get is you
Sending them back as uninvited visitors
To the scourge of hunger,
Insecurity of life and limb
Oppressed by tyrants who cling onto power
Caring less if they die or live
As you dine with them at summits of one kind or other
Then blame the poor for being too hot
Intolerant or rebellious
Angry because they are hungry
Without hope
What do you expect us to do
As braving the waves may at times seem the best
Like you aptly said
A drowning man would snatch at a straw
Hoping it would be his salvation
Where for does thou blame me then
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Edited by - kaanibaa on 11 May 2008 16:22:32 |
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