Ghosts of Conquest, Roots of Rebellion
They came with flags, with fire, with steel,
Spoke of trade, yet came to steal.
Lands once free, now marked and chained,
A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign.
They mapped the sky, they named the trees,
Measured rivers, claimed the seas.
Their words replaced the native tongue,
Ancient songs left unsung.
Not just land—our minds they took,
Rewrote the past in gilded books.
Fed us myths, erased our lore,
Left us questioning once more.
But seeds remember, roots hold tight,
Through cracks, we rise, reclaim the light.
For chains can break, and minds unbend—
A story stolen finds its end.
Copyright ©
Thiyagarajan Narayanan
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