Welcome to the Mutiny! Here no one Survives.

There is a coloniser in my chest

Born as my twin

Raised as a sister

More needy than I am

Begging for Mother’s attention

Clawing for Father’s affection

I try to shut it up

Sew it’s scars before the bleeding drops

But here was a coloniser—

A country of Gold in its hands

Temples to be destroyed

Poison the mind to worship same gods

And behead the rebels.

There could be a coloniser in my chest

At first small and worthless

A trader, wanderer, seafarer

mere explorers of the city

Now the headlines of newspapers

Describe her -as if she created this civilisation!

Her figurines overshadow the crowd

And burnt marks reside

where rebels were massacred.

There could be a coloniser in my chest

Expanding and controlling

The natives feel foreign;

Why does home feel like horns ?

How much longer could they stay?

How many more must they slay?

There could be a coloniser in my chest

But it reigns high as the monarch

Or higher than the Lord

It asks me to leave this place- an exile

From my own motherland

And what now?

Would I march in peace ?

Or burn it all in rebellion?