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Machination
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69 Machination They are still bucketing me, Denucratizing me. Yesteryears, “an object I was!” They realized it inhumane, Left me saying they were humane; Then went down into History. Yesteryears, buccaneers here came, Cross in hand and in cassocks garbed. “God-sent”, they said To teach, civilize and beg alms As for these at sea they’d use arms. The alms they squeezed out And I cried: Exploitation! Hurriedly, without mission accomplishment, they left. For they come back show, Painters’ brush left mine devilish; Echoing transfer of technology, One of debt burden For I sent them no technology Though not without one. Today, Denucratization Asserts democratization! I would not this robe Their very much cherished robe. ...