Through faulter and fall
Through ashes and dust,
No matter the cost-
The choice was a must.
Imperialism is like coarse sand.
Through loss of their land-
Through loss of their lives,
Old kingdoms must fall
And New ones shall rise.
Imperialism is like coarse sand.
Was it better this way?
Or did they choose wrong?
No, it mattered not-
War still sang its song.
Imperialism is like coarse sand.
No money ran dry-
Yes, Economies sweet as honey
Still, the diffusion of culture
Was anything but funny.
Imperialism is like coarse sand.
The price that was paid
Still affects them today-
Trying so hard
Can’t take pain away.
Imperialism is likeĀ coarse sand-
It once was damp and kind.