imperialism
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He says,
We will wax this wood,
And Green Grass will Grow,
And all will be amazed;
They will be saved!
All hail the conquering Hero
But wait, is this force akin to the ancient Nero?
A self interested and maniacal creature,
Or a liberator to the oppressed and dismayed?
Back then the world had just become round,
the map curling and folding,
from a rectangle into a globe.
The people came from
the eastern ocean and thrust
their flags into the ground.
Inanimate objects are the strive for empty feelingIn a void of a preconditioned milieu Addiction flourishes in this Skinner Box of incentivized need wherein the commodity breeds the commoditized manA philistine in need is unlettered indeed in the
In they came,
Closing our shops,
Stealing our country,
Burning our crops.
In they came.
Taking my mother,
Changing our language,
Killing my brothers.
In they came,
You are the “jewel in the crown”
the axel of a wheel.
You are a house’s foundation
and the steam of an engine.
You are a trustworthy friend
and the backbone of our economy.
