Poems ✍️
  07.01.2026
  3

Author: Francis William Lauderdale Adams

England

WHERE'ER I go in this dense East,
In sunshine or shade,
I retch at the villainous feast
That England has made,
And my shame cannot understand,
As scorn springs elate,
How I ever loved that land
I loathe and hate!


  Colonialism hatred betrayal

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