I heard innumerable sounds
When I, a piece of vast, rocky, but thriving land,
Was named as a territory by mighty Britain
Britain stated their sovereignty over me
And ruled with territoriality so my people couldn't live to be
Sounds of horror rang through my ears
As the heartbreaking sounds of moaning slaves
Echoed through my empty caves
I heard screams of children high pitched
As they watched their mothers being whipped
Britain didn't care
For mercantilism of slaves is what gets their share
Even though commodification of people is never fair
I felt intense emotions
Whenever the slaves pound my soil in the fields
Their hands
Tired, dusty, dirty, and gray
Whenever they are beaten
Vermilion slits on their back
And owner's eyes full of hate,
Reflecting Britain-the awful state
I felt protests of colonialism
From the people who dumped their tea into my adjoining sea
The people wished for so much,
They wished
Not to be taxed
Not to be judged
Not to be limited
But to be free
But what was worse,
Was what I saw
Blood splattered across my grassy face,
Bang, Bang,
Dead bodies are lifeless, light feathers,
Laying on my rocky back
My people fighting for democracy
The enemy fighting for conspiracy
When all the bloodshed is done
The war subsides,
We have won
I am free from the multinational state of Britain
And the people that live on me
Can practice their right of territorial integrity
However, I am still confined by boundaries
To my north, east, south, and west
From my mountains,
Lakes,
Rivers,
And trees
I am still limited, but free
