Empire By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

Empire by Ink Soul


They marched through smoke where children lay,
In Dresden's fire or Guernica's grey.
They called it peace, but death would stay,
As bodies rotted in Biafra's clay.

The Congo screamed with every lash,
As Leopold's men demanded cash.
Ten million gone in brutal flash,
While Europe built its fame from ash.

In Namibia, where skies turned red,
The Herero and Nama bled.
With poisoned wells and cattle dead,
They watched as Germany misled.

In Tasmania's hills, the earth was bare,
The natives gone—no voice, no heir.
The hunters came with guns and glare,
Till not a single soul was there.

In Philippine fields, where rice once grew,
They faced the rule of Spain, then blue.
Balangiga's bells rang sorrow through
The towns where U.S. soldiers slew.

In Haiti, chained in sugar's hold,
The lash was law, their stories sold.
Yet Toussaint's fire refused the cold,
And broke the myth the Frenchmen told.

In Canada, the children cried
In residential schools where dreams had died.
Their braids were cut, their tongues denied,
While priests and teachers shamed with pride.

In India, where Ganges rolled,
They taxed the salt and took the gold.
In Jallianwala, brave and bold,
The bullets fell on young and old.

In Peru, where mountains kiss the sky,
The quipu's cords were cast to die.
The priests brought crosses, scripts, and lie,
And crowned their theft in sacred dye.

In Kenya, in the forest deep,
The Mau Mau's blood began to seep.
In camps of wire and silence steep,
They tortured men till none could sleep.

From Benin's walls, the bronzes shone,
But British ships would claim them 'loan.'
They broke the city, stole the throne,
And shipped the gods like lifeless stone.

In Vietnam, the jungle flamed,
With napalm skies and children maimed.
They said it was to lift the shamed—
But left the land forever maimed.

In South Africa, they drew a line,
Called it apartheid, made it fine.
They caged a race and called it 'mine, '
While profits grew from every mine.

So now they boast the world they 'raised, '
While temples burned and scripts were razed.
But no true light was ever praised
That left the Earth in chains and dazed.