Recorded scorn, in Maya’s floss

Riven through sounds of trampled caste

Cry bloodied African loss

Forlorn dreams centuries past

Such that: we reside under

Clouds shedding torrid existence

Barrelled crabs fed on powdered

Fuel; empty bellies with pretence

Religion serves purposes no

Longer required to keep peace

Resistance flatters – as winds blow

Uncle Tom has done his job

Culled by obligated rental lease

Blairite bureaucracy abound

Signed racist acquiescence

Democratic allegiance found

Adjoined to pagan acceptance

Quaint truth divulges tolerance

Grateful masses crowd hostile borders

Meek heads  – bowed without hindrance

Rival forces collide like thunder

Planned layers yield conniving dross

Yearly voting evil favours

Enough to make submissives cross

Stolen cultures designed bleak futures