By Andrew Fry   

 EMPIRE'S CHILDREN.   

Cotton 'n' Slaves,
And Tobacco brown,
Built Britain's Empire,
Of Silk 'n' Spice,
To rule Her Waves,
With Powder Ball,
And Missionary Zeal,
Brought skins that were coloured,
Hair that was tight,
To ignorant Cobbles,
And Fields that were White,
Came a Diet,
Of Balti ,
And Rice,
Till Foreigners We became,
Wrapped at the Stumps,
In a Land We thought was King!
Being reduced to ashes,
Cinder of ashes .