saadat tahir (21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

purely the philosophical part:
I too am fascinated with the phenomenon….not fully convinced either way….

BUT….
even if we forget the systemetic well documented looting...

a very difficult proposition to swallow that it was for the good of the damn heathens and infidels…in the name of the good lord…or queen isabela…or whatever …
If you condone this …then you open a veritable Pandora’s box of history…will you then be prepared to excuse the gulag….or the rape of nanking…. Will you then not shed a tear listening to “the vanishing bread”
Will you…ask yourself…take exception to the dijaroo! ...however different?
You …just might do all that….but you will never be at peace with yourself…..but not too long from now …..
I quote
“For as the day passes, the shadows grow darker, their pointed advances ripping through the fabric of my soul.”-from one of my poem.
thanx for the comment...i deeply appreciate
cheers

Philosophically, I disagree. Colonialism was an ilk of its time. It was symbiotic for both the parties involved. Lazy path? Never. It is a fine achivement of human mind. Not the slaving, but the trading, the infrastructure........... It wasn't looting, that can last for a short time only.

Now focusing on the technical aspects of the poem:
- unusual connection: land ahoy/colonialism. Land ahoy would be more of the north or south american colonialism
- nice phrases: mysterious passion
Illusions knit to blunt the eye
Pathways into crypts are found
imperial ardor..........