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Anti-Liberty - The British theft of Indian Tea Plantations, to eyes horizon. Property of White Man. Business is thriving Profits delighting. One by one, they'd arrived Seeking liquid gold. Swindled, misappropriated Till they could declare, proudly "These lands are now OURS" And they expanded Where they'd landed. Learning, efficiently, quickly The best way to exploit This foreign-empire's rich soils. Quickly established a name Soon wife and kids came. Not inclined to climate They simply didn’t like it! So hysterically and suffering Dysentery, they soon retreated. Back to Blighty to be treated. Native Workers (NOT SLAVES) toiled endlessly, underpaid. Twelve hours - seven days As scorching Indian sun blazed. To please the aristocracy, things must be done properly. Crops tendered, harvested Leaves dried, packed promptly. Authority respected politely, Brit’s must appear mighty. Wooden crates, company stamp Lugged carefully up ships ramp. Stacked in the hold, Precious as a cargo of gold. To sail seven seas Home to the Motherland. In high society homes 4 O'clock can now see Well dressed Ladies Gathered socially To take tea Nibbling dainty sandwiches While sipping fashionably.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Anti-Liberty - The British theft of Indian Tea
Anti-Liberty - The British theft of Indian Tea Plantations, to eyes horizon. Property of White Man. Business is thriving Profits delighting. One by one, they'd arrived Seeking liquid gold. Swindled, misappropriated Till they could declare, proudly "These lands are now OURS" And they expanded Where they'd landed. Learning, efficiently, quickly The best way to exploit This foreign-empire's rich soils. Quickly established a name Soon wife and kids came. Not inclined to climate They simply didn’t like it! So hysterically and suffering Dysentery, they soon retreated. Back to Blighty to be treated. Native Workers (NOT SLAVES) toiled endlessly, underpaid. Twelve hours - seven days As scorching Indian sun blazed. To please the aristocracy, things must be done properly. Crops tendered, harvested Leaves dried, packed promptly. Authority respected politely, Brit’s must appear mighty. Wooden crates, company stamp Lugged carefully up ships ramp. Stacked in the hold, Precious as a cargo of gold. To sail seven seas Home to the Motherland. In high society homes 4 O'clock can now see Well dressed Ladies Gathered socially To take tea Nibbling dainty sandwiches While sipping fashionably.
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susie-nathan
41/F/London
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
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