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
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