Colonisation of India
The ****** of the oriental princess happened
as the sun rose from the east.
A dagger, made of gold coins on her back as she slept
on a mattress made of hazy stars.
Her lips dripped ruby, collected by her father,
the potentate, who gave them to the queen of England,
she, in gratitude, gave him a Rolls Royce equipped with
a driver who could sing “Rule Britannia.”
Greed choked the potentate and from his blue lips.
Sapphire dripped.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
Colonisation of India
The ****** of the oriental princess happened
as the sun rose from the east.
A dagger, made of gold coins on her back as she slept
on a mattress made of hazy stars.
Her lips dripped ruby, collected by her father,
the potentate, who gave them to the queen of England,
she, in gratitude, gave him a Rolls Royce equipped with
a driver who could sing “Rule Britannia.”
Greed choked the potentate and from his blue lips.
Sapphire dripped.
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