Komagata Maru
Who are you with fair skin; blue eyes?
Blond the hair.
Let me explain, a return to your past.
You are shame.
You should know your queen, stinking.
Dirt on clean,
Further back a chieftain, those Vikings
Women-slaved
Now-a-day you teach me with a preach
“For or against”
Look at you, once again war’s declared
Your racism
Komagata Maru can help you if recalled
You’re blind
Rest assured at all time you’re the wrong
“Return ship! ”
From zero foundation to middle even now
Means always
My people sought, said “Peace” from start
“Welcome guest”
Everywhere in Europe the torture’s -cells
A must to recall
Collecting innocent as suspect sent to hell
Bush’s want
Those prisons Bu Ghoraib, then Bagram
Guantanamo?
The white man’s history is but shame
Huge vampire
It’s easy Enlighten! go back to a past
Steps, paths
Starving was Europe with the plague.
Many died.
That simple
Men in boats kept rowing; to escape,
Far abroad
That simple
Mostly, received, warmed, sheltered
By the hosts
That simple
Gringos Unthankful; worst the rapes-
Looted hosts
That simple
Then with their loots, they returned
Built palace
That simple
Host lost life to bullets of your gun.
Such went on.
That simple
Sex-slaves the women; or as maids
Creole, Mestizo
That simple
Peace went-killed, trees-cut, plant-gone
Bled the sky
That simple
In water died the fish and crops on land.
Air smoked
That simple
Invaders shared grounds, with corrupts
Against us
That simple
D’Arcy likes made contracts, all cheating
With bribes
That simple
In the mines, forced to work, all the boys
Pollute life
That simple
True-owners, old parents, lost their homes
Were savage
That simple
You spent my money, stolen, on your land
And technique
That simple
Instead you sold us old model killing arms
Chiseled tongues
That simple
Using cannon and the whips; pretentious lies,
Now drones
That simple
You did so on and on furthermore, grew hate
Now no return
That simple
Complain, no wonder why Gandhi and Nehru
To Guevara
Came to life, Mandela the copy, of Lumumba
The answer
Too simple
When you said, “The Gringos are master to you all”
Became aware
That simple
Britain was ruling, those on ship were the subjects
They rebelled
That simple
“Freedom all the way, hell to them, ” they said loud
Raged, shouted
That simple
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