Bring your gods,
Bring them so that we may
feast on the blood of immortality.
Bring them so we may devour them
and bury them in a sea
of error and chaos
that was created by their dreams.
Bring your gods
leave none behind.
Lay them at our feet that we may,
one by one,
examine them.
Hold them up to the light.
Poke and prod.
Bring them so we see whether they crumble
under pressure.
You called them gods didn’t you?
Are they not the ones that you have
decided are beyond reproach.
The mighty shoulders upon which you built
your vast empire?
The kings and explorers who raped and pillaged
for you to live in abundance. Those who
smiled on you with a simple condescension.
You don’t know the world
You don’t know the world.
Those who you refused to challenge because
what they gave to you made it easier
to turn a blind eye.
You didn’t want to know the world.
You didn’t want to know the world.
Where are they? Where are they hiding?
Where have you hidden them?
Where are the statues you have erected in their honour?
The wings in hospitals that you have written their names
above?
As if somehow you could cleanse them of the blood
that their hands travelled around the world
on cargo ships.
Where are your heroes?
Those who came to save us from civilization
bound in books with words that we
could barely understand
from a culture
that we never knew existed?
Reach out to them,
find them,
tell them we have received this
civilisation.
And we would like to thank them.