The Planter In Me

I aim always to make money My plantations have made me wealthy but Along the way I might have lost my humanity In the meantime I will love and enjoy my money I did not start the trade As a second son I needed to make my own way So I turned with no regret to slavery I am colour blind I see only a commodity That can bring huge returns Prosperous is all I want to be I do not get my hands dirty I have the ship captains and My agents and overseers To do the soul destroying work for me I count my money And my conscience does not bother me I am human The slaves are but savages I am stronger so they must do as I say I work them hard For profit is the only way Sugar and cotton Are my gods I create a supply for there is a demand On black suffering I do rely I shrug my shoulders but never sigh My conscience is easy It is not a lie