In the name of the Empire, for its sustenance, its glory:
The devastation of ancient Africa;
The near extermination of the Herero;
The imminent cultural genocide of the Pigmy, of the San
. . .
The herding of Her children across the Atlantic
Their strong backs hunched over vast fields of puffs of cloud
Their breath tormented by the amoral sun;
“Strange fruit hanging from the poplar tree”
The palatial homes of the “gallant” south
The wealth of the nation itself
. . .
The murder of the dissenting god: “I have a dream! I have a dream!”