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Colonisers
They took an inch
They took a yard
They colonised without regard,
Whilst they took they couldn’t see
That human beings are they, and we.
Hence they made the greatest error
Filling souls with shock and terror,
Claiming country they had found
All upon old sacred ground.
And how she cried when blood was spilled
For all the people they had killed,
Many mocked and many lied
Hope deceased when dreams had died.
The Massacres were heartless cruel
And after one they had more fuel
To slaughter more of innocence
To build a home to build a fence.
To scoff their pork, butter, cheese
With rations small to only tease.
Still, they laugh
Still, they scorn
Still, she cries when we mourn...
Still, they thieve without remorse
Too sinister to know the source.
Though her time is nearly here
To smash them all and into fear,
And they shall learn to respect
They shall learn to protect...
All of her, and hers they wrecked.
Copyright ©
Paris-Maree Boreham
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