The White Man

He went to the village for an overseas project,
power and oil was something you might expect;
stealing the land again, maybe the sunshine too,
when it came to takeover, there was nothing they could do.

An apparition walked by the office door, on air,
he was taken up, so that he could only stand and stare,
long dark hair, kohl drawn eyes, so alluring,
contract forgotten, with the drinks she was pouring.

'You're stealing our land, now it's also our women,
make the most, because we may not let you come again;'
there was a job to do, didn't need distractions,
they say that we're the best at making decisions.

Definitions have changed over the years at what's being cool,
strangely, there's something to be said for being an object of ridicule.