BLOOD AND SWEAT
Begining under a nation whose ruler had blood so blue
So hegemonically inclined that her subjects could never, a malignment or maltreatment, argue.
Taking decisions so drastic without as much as a cue,
To the subjects, there was not much due.
For a freedom from the oppression, a war did ensue
For the peace and satisfaction had melted like fondue.
Having all these lost,
The war was expensive but not half what the peace and satisfaction did cost.
Their bloods turned to frost.
For the peace, they were willing to become ghosts
For they wept bitterly innermost.
Gathering a few host,
They find a usurping opportunity.
Grabbing it with an air of amenity,
Of course the Queen displayed no comity.
Seeing that her territory was about to do something that would bring to her kingdom, a fatality,
She executes a plan void of gentility
To ensure secession becomes vanity.
Determined to break the gates open,
They decide to treat the Queen as a colleen
Rather than the superpower she had always been.
Embarrassed by the disrespect of the 'creatures' in her 'den',
She brings down on them, the leven
Causing the death of many men.
Men on her side and the opposite,
The earth under them used their blood and sweat as composite.
The casualties were in no way lite
For something now treated like mite.
When the casualties were given their burial rite,
The colony turned to a national site.
Today we enjoy the beauty
But some still make it seem an unnecessary duty.
Handling the nation in a manner that make the efforts of the blood and sweat to be futility.
For what? Personal gratuity.
Desecrating the edifice with a rugged impunity
Hope the souls forgive us for making a joke of the expensive unity.