Ashes

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Reach around with an iron fist, strangle land and sea at whim.

Again, and again, and again.

Surveying eyes glint like gold

And ears hear only the whispers of wealth

Echoing across continents.

Pull up your charters and your maps and your compass

Point fingers at people and places

Calling them your own.

Again, and again, and again.

Rise from your self-made ruin

Sail with your back turned

And accept the pats on the shoulder

And the exchange of blood-money.

Move on with your life.

As if nothing happened.

Pass on the Island Stories

With as much ease as you passed on people

To sons who not only forget

But bathe in the tainted waters of old.

Disguised as glittering cascades

Legacies printed in bold words

Behind which hide the people relegated to distasteful past.

Not to be recalled.

The flag hoisted again, and again, and again.

Red, unhinged passion turned to blood by the blue waters which transported sadistic ideas, and stamped a white hand on newly found sand.

Built behind our greatness lies centuries of subjugation in the name of Britannia,

Swept into the abyss of the past,

Ash in the haunted graveyard of history.