poem, poetry, Normans, English, colonialism

THEY CAME

they came
with their kite shaped shields
sense of destiny and
much dynasty
soon
to be unloaded

hard task masters, speaking
a special dialect of
that most beautiful tongue

to suppress the native until
the languages blended
before conquered and
conqueror
did so themselves

and me writing in
in that hybrid innovation
words gushing
pouring in
to layer this
speech, render it
exceptional, versatile
like no other

I say to you now
in my genes no small
trace of
that villainous breed

whose thirst for triumph
victory nigh insatiable

an Empire of nice brutality
sprung fron this seed