Classic Poem

Welcome once more
To this isle of calibans
Strangers with magic wands

Ariels
You released once
But left us calibans
Chained behind

This is the hole where we live
We of very ancient and fishlike smell

After you had left
Ariels and the rest of hermaphrodites
Whipped your language
Into our hides

Descendents of Miranda cackle
With imported lipsticks
And imported smiles
Under the canopies of Ray Ban
Don't they have very Aryan wiles

See us from the Rajdhani
As we shit near the tracks
See us oozing
From the imperial cracks

Welcome to our slums
And gladly hawk your brilliant wares
We've nothing to barter
But these ancient famished stares