The British Empire Africa
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
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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