Colonizers, You Impoverish The Natural Order Poem by Mark Heathcote

Where's your dignity, pig? Is it all a facade?
Where do you come from with your self-righteous pride?
Your life is all but a cheap souvenir shop.
A bric-a-brac market stall, over-glorified.

You come here with your curiosity and chains.
You force the naturalised natives to sell up.
And take your stupid, ignorant wears as gains.
And they obey out of fear in their gut.

Colonisers, you impoverish the natural order.
Those natural orders instigate a natural balance.
You tip peace and order quite simply on its head.
You even deliberately imbalance the natural order-

Of everything, to gain access-
To those natural resources, you want to redress.
But not in favour of the hardworking, poor.
No, on them, you'd sooner make your war.