The Poem of the Eternal Anglo
I had written this yesterday and have been posting it in various places. The ANGLO plague ventured forth from rainy isles His poxed blankets slew henceforth the red man through guile But this alone left him not content Next it would be the Indian turn to face torment His beady eyes swiveled east The Indians starved while he would feast Even as his victims wailed their lament Their continent in two he bloodily rent China next was his sorry prey With opium their race he would decay Against ANGLO drugs the Chinese slammed the door The ANGLO made his response, and went to war! Australia twas a peaceful land And that the ANGLO could not stand And so with his guns and with the plague He filled it with his criminal dregs But soon he overstepped his reign of terror For against the Boers he made a nigh-fatal error The ANGLO though thought it was just fine and dandy For diverting attention, the Belgian Congo sure was handy The ANGLO figured that he had won And so he repeated it, and started