To the goons who ruled the lagoons
and ***** and plundered in every shores
and built hotels to rob some more on their shores
then witlessly in red rage and devoid of history centuries
when even humans become commodities to trade and batter
and all the juices were ****** into the gleaming porcelain bowls
copiously from the north west east and south with tricksters straws
and the king was in his counting house counting all his money
while tabled coffee tea and cocoa arrived with spices for all
bring sugar and smoke us tobacco with *** from Indies
but sell ***** to the China seas and send the money
today's mercantile ghosts are degenerate Hoteliers
workshy stipends amiss they ape tax collectors
we're taking arms and legs as cost they shrill
renowned takers who takes from all corners
its take or steal or trick or cheat them all
shameless Hoteliers claims birthrights
birthrights built on the spoils of thefts
on the sweat and blood of others
on sorrow and tears of the torn
on languages of chicanery
on heartless inhumanity
on dividing to rule
on leaving them
breathless