Under one roof, confined together like inmates each scrambling for the crumbs of their taskmasters. A comedy of error, they have plunged us into this timeless abyss. Beguiled by the Union Jack, they crossed the Atlantis. With a mission to plunder like rapacious mosquitoes. Masquerades dancing naked in the market square.
They woo us with Greek gifts of civilization, with their left hand steal our wealth and defile my people. With his Bible they swayed our gullible hearts. My forbears coaxed under the barrel of his gun.
She arranged a marriage of convenience among strange bed fellows. Long live the Queen our voices have gone hoarse. Thee North and South led to the altar, their marriage a stillbirth. An alliance made to feather the nest of Her Royal Majesty's service.