The Insatiable White Creatures

Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night, They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures, Cloaked in prim pretense, Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence. Expectation darkened into anxiety, A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts, Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression, Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea. As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence, With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale, They looted our abundant resources, And abolished many of our African customs and traditions. They enslaved us! Underdeveloped us! And reduced us to nothing. Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared, Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage, The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined, With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy, Then the fight and chase began!