Colonial Master
Europe.
America.
You call yourselves
masters.
But to many,
you have become
parasites.
Living
from the labor
and wealth
of weaker nations.
For centuries,
you have extended
your influence,
manipulating
the host,
draining
its resources
to sustain
your own power.
Like a leech,
feeding
upon the blood
of the weak.
Your cruelty.
Your ambition.
Your greed.
Have left
many nations
in poverty.
Your deeds
have become,
to your critics,
a symbol
of evil.
Your institutions,
they say,
were not built
to uplift,
but to dominate.
To divide.
To control.
Racism
has become
the poison
of your heart.
Division
has become
your favorite weapon.
You have
suffocated
Africa.
You have
manipulated
Asia.
And still,
you speak
of civilization.
But history
never sleeps.
It remembers
every empire.
Every conquest.
Every wound.
The mirror
of history
stands waiting.
And every nation
must one day
face
its own reflection.
For no empire
can outrun
the shadow
of its deeds.
Power fades.
Truth remains.
And history,
however patient,
always returns
to collect
its account.
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