Remembering the victims of British imperialism over all space and all time
Poppies perpetuate propagandist claims
On freedom, suffering and political frame
Territorialising time.
Sweet brother mine.
For Britain’s bloody legacy of war crime,
Not to forget Industrial grime,
Makes sub prime
Look frankly small time.
Millions of skeletal remains, or less
Bear witness to its savage prowess
At establishing slaughter and starvation,
On occupation and parasitic taxation.
You pose at your temples of doom
With crocodile poppies
As you annihilate Afghanis
Having drugged China with opium for decades
Free trade
The pasts clings onto your present
Don’t forget it, we haven’t.
From today we remember the victims of imperialisms past and present
We do not celebrate nor collect pity pounds for your storm troopers
Each of those souls had a choice.
They were wrong. Rejoice.
Oh starved of Bengal, eradicated Tasmanians
Heroic Mau Mau and Tipu Sultanians
We greet you.
We offer fatiha at your graves.

Image from: http://www.theprisma.co.uk/2011/08/14/kenya-united-kingdom-an-embarrassing-secret/