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An empire built on trade but via horrible ways, 
don’t be naive to behaviour towards the native by the far traveled sailors 
on a quest for riches to bring home and pitch from the waters farthest reaches,  

after invasion forces force a fear showing the strength of the superior now here taking the land for the empire 
making outstanding impressions 
to scare and inspire 

they start with infrastructure
implement systems 
teach language 
for communications 

establishing the colony with buildings of Europe 
these unknown unseen structures creating awe as they go up 
they bring too knowledge and skills, 
far advanced leaving intrigued locals thrills, 

bringing industrialisation 
from its mother nation forming repair stations for ships 
seeing locals trained advancing toward the rich 
but the majority not a priority 
little profit for them 
finding anger which moves them to rebellion 
in this otherwise stable creation 
but with less the rebellion easily supressed 

a signal of who rules unstoppable 
cus metal beats sticks 
and knowledge known beats stones 
white controls your home in your city now grown 
with organisational tricks better than your own, 

the economy improves in this place now connected with the globe 
and though for the native man the British have an offering 
there’s not enough to offer him 

but white offices appear beyond a dream 
painting Britain to be a heavenly scene 
both clever and rich 
but step out of line and evil hits, 

and though they bring more and have an advancing on show 
locals want this unwelcomed power to go

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