It’s stumbling, bloated, dying body, throws itself into the sea. Colonial dreams of conquest complete, bleeding the Earth of everything. Communities torn and bodies enslaved, souls stolen by missionaries. Conquered, decimated, “liberated” their told, and the cycle is set to repeat.
Shackled limbs, piles of hands, scorched earth decay: another kingdom for Europe.
This blood thirsty cannibal spreads its disease. An imperial wound across the southern hemisphere: an eternal frontier, empires in need. The agrarian curse of insatiable greed.
We’ve been here before. We’ll be here again. Because your modernity, is built upon graves.
This is what we’ve become, an empire of slaves. This is what we’ve become, blind to consequence. This world that we’ve made, grown beyond capacity. This world that we’ve bought, this is our legacy.
It comes through your TV, and to the foods you eat. The s***-zone of global technocracy: their blood covers our hands.