Sonnet: Dragons of Empire

In a cave beneath the old cobblestones
Of the streets of the City of London, there lies
A dragon, British as Elizabeth’s bones,
With an ancient lust in its green eyes.

Curling its tail round Caracas’s bullion,
It’s reminded of family in sunny Iberia.
On its ashy maw rests a thoughtful talon:
It dreams of the New World’s cornucopia.

From there its winged cousins took nitrates, tin,
Silver, gold, nickel, hardwood trees,
Cacao, coffee, aluminum, cotton,
Oil, rubber and manganese.

Yet the dragons covet more loot for the lair,
Stealing and hoarding till the world’s left bare.

Roger Stoll is a Latin America/Caribbean solidarity activist with the Task Force on the Americas, a three-decades-old anti-imperialist human rights organization. He has published articles, book reviews and political poetry in Dissident Voice, Resumen Latinoamericano, MintPress News, Black Agenda Report, Popular Resistance, Orinoco Tribune, Marxism-Leninism Today, Counterpunch, San Francisco Examiner, ZNet, Jewschool, and New Verse News. Read other articles by Roger.