Colonial Master

Colonial master: A lot was doing faster Many stubborn chains able to loosen Like the vessels whom Christ had chosen. Colonial master: Hatefully fought by Rasta But they were also safeguarding Jamaican rights, Which sometimes would their sanctity lose In the darkness of tragic nights At the hands of The Conquered by booze. This Great Master though was a great slave To every African cultivable soil And ready to hysterically rave, If we twice looked in the direction of our own crude oil Ever willing to perish wherever it was in huge deposits: An assertion of blacks and white being irreversible opposites More than fifty years now he our bridges built, Whose survival lengthen our Engineers’ guilt For having worn the same bowler hats And chances had to use the same enormous CATS Beside daring to look as much decisive In the rarest of bow ties, very massive!