money, gems, freedom stacked in heap.
Pride like a gown the whites did wear -
the devil in hiding did good news bear.
We couldn't from them, our country save
but slowly took it to destiny's grave.
It's not that they had a greater might
but that divisive politics was the plight.
On weak mind and men kept up 'the chew';
on paper some broken lines they drew.
The weaklings were sure that all was well
and thus it was how a vast country fell.
Egoistic minds, sweet talk, treacherous eyes -
sadly our own acted as the whites' spies.
Thus, they slowly, surely brought all down
as they worked thru' town after town.
By snatching lands, covered the globe -
ego, pride displayed on bloodied robe.
Fake Highness pretended good intent,
cooking poison in the future parliament.
Looted, slaughtered from nature to child -
sent back to England the riches they piled.
What they thought was fame and glory
was in darkness a bitter, shameless story.
The dark clouds parted and the time came -
our own flag flew over rebellion's flame.
Prasenjit©2023
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