Colonizers Poems | Examples

Monkeys

Monkeys are colonizers of trees
They are excellent climbers
They have strong muscular arms
And coordination, they're agile
They don't get tired, always moving
Climbing is just natural to them
They have natural strength and quickness
They love to socialize, family oriented
And have sense of community belongingness.

E-N-G-L-I-S-H

A Germanic Language
Second most spoken in the world
Angles
Saxons
Jutes
From Angles were Engles
Whose language was Englisc
Thus from Europe
ENGLISH was born!
Traveling through inscriptions
Alphabets
Borrowed words
In Norms
In French
Named Old English
Middle English
Modern English
And now with many
Descendants
English in the Pacific
by whaling ships and colonizers
Official language of the islands
Meshed with island vocabulary
English has become a legend in our vocabulary

Independence , Self- Government

Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And  brought them neo-colonisation 
Which  looks like modern incarceration 
As they have limitations of rights 
Locally and internationally 
Which is opposing liberty 
And so called democracy. 

Some people of good hearts out there, 
What do you think when Africans banks 
Reserves are in control of some colonisers? 
As  colonisers continue  taking decisions
on all African matters  proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution. 

What is a next good move for Africa and Africans? 
I can see some riots of many Africans 
and chasing out some western soldiers
 in different UN peace missions,  
pointing them to be wars promoters 
And robbers of their natural resources. 

People of good hearts do you accept their claims? 
In democracy we must understand 
the voices of the majority, 
 if not... it is an  imposition 
which is much dictatorial.

People of good hearts don't you smell 
the arrogance of some world leaders? 
Where love operates,  
there are  no some colonizers 
who dictating other leaders. 
There is no so called democracy 
which is neo- colonisation.

July 2nd 2023

Winter's Withering Reductions

Don't want to be reductionist
obeying only secularized rules

Would prefer to grow more
sacred inductionist
rediscovering golden win/win tools

For imagining
and re-membering
why win/win ancient relationships,
like space and time,
humane and divine
here and there
circle and square
pole and hole
purpose and goal

Feel more sacred
than win/lose dueling competitions
seem routinely dissonant

Despite StraightWhite Paternalistically Capitalist
secular indoctrination
disrespecting ecofeminist experiences
of resonantly resilient
compassionate relationship
elationships

Guiding sacred inductive curiosity
to restore eternal health and safety 
sacred communions
within each reiterative communication
string through holonic communities
of resonantly cooperative freedoms 
uniting wealth resilient experience

Lavishly conserving
future regenerators' trauma-healing
romantic re-memories
sacredly dramatic
peak and peaceful co-elationships

Replacing immigration threats
by Other cold colonizers
Restoring shared emigrant memories 
warmer strengths
with cooperative 
co-invested
mutually infested
creolizers.

Filthy Filthy

Filthy filthy
Foolish flake thieves
Dirty tricks up their sleeves
Hurting good people and destroying our earth-
Their very essence has no worth.

The duds of humanity
The ickness of vanity.
The mere mad misers-
The filthy filthy
Colonizers !

Wrong Thugs and Harmony

Ganksta fools
coming at you incorrect
like thugs

Political dull tools:
Criminal IQ fakers
showing total disrespect — 
Tick-tock bugs

Clock benders of societal rules,
indecent lawmakers
Cut the bogus tax check ...
Pinocchio ears on tapped phones,
sporting a swag orange rug

Bandito style old school,
Ruble.con hustle takers
pad the pimped pockets that Soviet forget
Leave no meat on the T-note bones,
give the pub a lick swindle hug
Sucker slurp the sugar cube rube voting ponies

Game the parlay bettors pool:
Earthworms vs the Dirt Rakers
House tissue money on a porcelain toilet
Rigged royal flush won’t payout right for any wrongs ...
So spit spin a Russian caliber propaganda slug
in two revolving roulette chambers of covetous harmony

Fifty cents to a thug dollar,
fifty-fifty you gon give
a doggy groan something’s wrong holla
Muzzle the lips wearing a Moscow collar
Let the enticed Oz eyes speak
in emerald envy locked jaw harmony
Silence! Colonizers of low pedigree

Hell On Earth

Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise  

For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa  

For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa  

For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant 
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell



Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Mariaka, Love and Betrayal

~esoteric~


The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war

The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide

Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing

Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy

Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people

Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it

Love Thy Foes

Love your foes

The sound of the word FORGIVEN
Is very soothing to the ears,
Especially when being said to you
It is like winning a perpetual inner battle
A healing, so relieving
Sometimes unbelievable,
Because you thought you were unforgivable.
You wonder if they really mean it
Who’s perfect? We all need it,
A veil to cover our mistakes. 
But it’s more difficult when it’s our turn to say:
You’re FORGIVEN.
It takes a strong mind, a merciful heart 
Yes! Even a courageous man or woman
To let bygones be bygones,
To dig a hole, deep enough & bury the hatchet
Ensuring its skeleton never resurrect.
It takes fortitude to overcome
Even that of a slave who forgave his colonizers.
It’s hard to forgive an enemy
As long as their vice live in the mind
not erased
Yet it can be a miracle,
A rare and seldom treasure to find
Making it a special thing.
To love the sinner and hate the sin.
If they greet, share with & cherish only those who love them.
Are we different or better if we do the same? 
Let go.
And love thy foe.

The Currents of the Sulu Sea

Sandakan bay by the legendary sea
The sea of the living currents
The sailors maritime space
Balhala Island buffed the guns
The guns from the European hands

Elopura set up in its front
Anchored the wooden boat of sailors
By the stars guided them aboard
The sailors are the traders
The navies, armies and the sea rovers

Cannons set up at the Pryers Fort
The natives were here they fought
The warriors sailed to cross
Saving the lines of hope
For the honor and pride they uphold

The homeland of high seas
No boundaries are set
No one are immigrants
Never are called illegals
But the colonizers built corrals.



I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Nature City, 19 March 2015, 2:44PM

Bud Dahu Forgotten Tale

By the high powered guns they were rowed
their bodies slain in the peak of the clouds
but their spirit remained unclothed
they were armed with honor and were proud

In the warfare never they failed
never in their hearts they wanted to submit
under their dead bodies they eternally live
the enemies were angered and many killed

From the narrow passage the enemies climbed
when the logs fell through the slopes of the mountain
the enemies died then called as a massacre
but many called it as a battle

They valiantly fought the colonizers
and even declared they are martyrs
later they were labeled as fierce terrorists
then martyrs of freedom is now called the killers

Perverted facts of their faith and fights
the politicians act like a child
the masters of the Kris will never be dead
until the Barung will come to death

Their blood still in the clouds
in the mountain their souls upheld
they became the symbol of hopes
until when the tale will be retold!


I love you peace. Let’s sail together. Layag Sug!

PS. The piece is dedicated to the Tausug Martyrs who fought to death in the peak of Bud Dahu on 7 March 1906.

Mauritius

My motherland, the land of four colors, the land of sweetness
As is described by its rich history, filled with wars and battles
United it stands today, giving freedom to each and every son of its soil
Revered as the land of the sun, sea and sand, the beaches, the golden skin
It is where was found the lost Dodo, killed till its last by those hungry colonizers
The land where I took birth, the land I admire, the land away from which I shall not survive
Imagination pours strongly in every corner of this island, be it in songs or in poetry
Unmistakably the jewel of all the Indian Ocean
Sweet is its fragrance, sweet is its beauty, my homeland it is!

A small retreat surrounded by the blue lagoon
Loved by all those who upon seeing its nature, do swoon!

The Question of Faith

The Question of Faith 
If al-Qaida likes to talk to me they can do through 
face-book as I’m too old to be a recruit to this splendid  
group who wants the western people out of the middle east. 
They see us as colonizers  from Mars taking their land,
 teaching things they don´t want to learn such as bought 
democracy. For Arabs which have adopted the strange
cult of Christianity I feel truly sorry, when we take our
chattel and go back to Mars we have to take these lost 
people with us as they have no raft for them on 
the Moslem sea. There is a thing I want to ask al-Qaida 
and fundamentalists worldwide why is it that you religious
people are so fond of killing us who do not share your
violent god, but prefer to believe in the goodness of man.

Freedom

I colonize to unite, they colonize to divide
It is time to return the union of the archipelago
To unite the community through dinar and dirham
The colonizers colonized our homeland
Through divide-and-rule tactics at hand 
To colonize the colonizers should be done
Through unite-and-rule tactics must become 
I love you freedom!

Kilimanjaro

I traveled and see
The mount of glory
Where animal and person
Live as friends
The mountain of peace
Caries two peaks
Home of wonders
Guests be keen on

Mawenzi is the smaller
Kibo is the taller
They all have snow
Melts to life juice

The mountain is splendor
Tanzania must celebrate
sheltered colonizers and travelers 
Kilimanjaro is the mount
Where lord was worshiped
A mount of glory where glory lives
Dare not  missing once in being

People come people go
They dare again going
They felt the beauty
More and they live
Our friends and neighbors
Live in mount’s gossip 
That we play and teasing

Though lucky than them
Still illiterate and stupid

Of all the years!
No body had volunteered
Made policies
that attract sightseer
Only is thought
pouching and smuggling  
I hate this life, full of poverty
On natural richness!

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