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Indoctrinating children into colonization brought horrific suffering

School boys sit atop the wall,

propaganda tracts in hands.

‘Won’t you all come,

where the wild tigers run –

for God’s sake, young man, heed the call!’

With their childish, merry glee

they go to tell their friends.

‘Won’t you come, too,

with me and the crew –

for adventure’s sake, chums, to the Sea!’

Soon, innocence trickles down,

at the scene they have wrought.

‘Won’t they forgive us,

and what our weaponry does –

for England’s sake, savage, for the Crown!’