The Terraformer

First we’ll turf the natives out

Sell them back their precious minerals

Steal their treasures

And make them learn our tongue

We will insist that they love our king

And when the wells have run out

And the lands are barren

We’ll rewrite our history

So that in a hundred years

Our great-grandchildren

Fat and insolent

Will defend the monstrous

And drunkenly sing songs about the glory days