An Imperialistic Poem

We want to expand
We need the land
They make just rice
What a waste.

Let’s go and save them
Give them schools,
Give them churches,
Let’s save these savages.

They sit on silver,
Silver I say!
And what do they do?
They throw it away.
Throw it Away!

What a waste
Let us use the land
For we won’t waste it,
We would use it well.