Neptune’s mighty breath propelled Magellan
Homer’s florid pen embraced fair Helen
Around both Horn and Cape propelled by breeze
Rough hewn and clutching hands, curse on the wind
To colonize to plunder that was goal
Empires are not built on meek charity
Ivory, sugar, spices…silver, gold
Strip land, enslave man with tenacity
Human cargo chained ‘neath deck of creaking ship
A stain on mankind never to wear off
Five hundred years hence grasp about to slip
Some comprehend whilst many they do scoff
Neptune’s trident catalyst for empire?
Or rapaciousness impelled by Hell’s fire
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