Migration Matters Built the Eurokleptocene Era
Before you run amok, smashing windows, burning cars and telling us to go back to where we came from... can you tell your cousins to return to where they came from...
We got taxed to death during droughts and famine
While you built your famed Industrial Revolution
But your history books never clarified the causal connection
It was from the stolen knowledge of our world-famous craftspeople
And your spies also stole the techniques for making china, silk
And the Chinese concoction they'd invented for festivals and fireworks
That you with your barbaric brains, hyper-focussed on mafia-type tactics
Called 'gunpowder' : the key to your kidnapping, enslaving culture!
Who enlisted for wars of aggression and even broke our weavers' thumbs
So that your clumsy, machine-made textiles, would have, no competition?
You bums - your paved streets, fancy mansions and stately universities
(Housing the skulls of murdered Indigenous peoples)
In Oxford, Cambridge, London, Liverpool, Manchester and Bristol
Were built on the trillions of pounds of stolen goods - plus forced labour
And your quintessentially 'English' custom of drinking tea was impossible
When gram for gram, tea sold for the very same price as silver!
Ever wondered how come tea is now, cheaper than a bottle of water?
It was two centuries of forcing Indian people, to grow not food
But whatever tickled the palates of English aristocrats and
Their brainwashed working classes - the fodder for factories, mines
And endless wars for occupation and extracting wealth
Yes, our grandparents came over on boats and planes
After their brothers and sisters died in your World Wars
Short of labour, your government opened up passport-controlled doors
You people, you don't know your own history!
For two summers you've come out on the streets
Smashing our windows, burning our cars, yelling
'Go back to where you came from'
But can you be fair for once - start with your cousins in the 'New World'
Canada, Australia and New Zealand
All your RAF/IDF relatives/spies, living on stolen, holy Indigenous lands
Start with telling them to return, come back, where they came from.
About the Creator
Aza Y Alam
Exploring how the political is personal and making sense of life, as an artistic teacher, a justice-seeking researcher, and a writer, one story, essay and poem at a time... Join me on the journey!


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