Neocolonial Hand

Marks on former colonies, are left in our name
Still with cunning pens, giving them loans without shame
Disguised as trade, is a conquering plan
And dressed as their friend, we extend a hand

And from their earth, we still extract
Their surplus we contract, in a one-sided pact
In this cycle of take, their futures at stake
In our unchecked reigns, their spirits we break, for our sake

And if trade's charades no longer hold sway
We turn the board, and we change the play
Beyond the market's veiled sight, in the shadows we incite a fight
In the shadows we incite a fight

When subtlety fails, our darker strategy prevails
Warlords move at our command, chess pieces on their own land
In the shadows, we maneuver, as silent as a tumor
We orchestrate and we guide, yes with precision, we divide

So face the price of our deeds, as their hope now recedes
And in the grip of our needs, their autonomy concedes

And if trade's charades no longer hold sway
We turn the board, and we change the play
Beyond the market's veiled sight, in the shadows we incite a fight
Yes we incite a fight

It's not just about the spoil, but how we coil
In these webs of loans, their autonomy fall
And through the World Bank's door, their futures we store
In the vault of the West, their riches we vest, forevermore

Exploitation's design is in most coffee that you grind
Not just in the jewels we take, but also in cocoa that you make
It's in every sip, every bite, hidden from our sight
The cost of our delight is moral blight