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.