Dot Of The Colonialism Poem by vijay gupta

Dot of the colonialism
Mild, gentle sun rays were there.
It was the bank of a lake.
Sweet, melodious wind was blowing.
People were bathing in sun rays.
Some pieces of clouds were also floating in the sky.
Some black men and women were also chirping like birds in the crowd.
Cheers can be seen on their faces.
Because they were walking on the beautiful land of the France
I suppose that these black people were from Algerian origin.
Ancestors of these people were brought to the France as a slave during colonial rule over Algeria by the then rulers of France in nineteenth and twentieth century.
Native people of France do not like them.
Their behavior is like the master’s behavior even today.
They want to oust them.
But they can not.
These are the dot of colonial rule of France over Algeria.