Avatar of Oppression

By accident of birth,
I am the avatar of sun-kissed oppression
As I tear into your sweet flesh
In my white-man's kitchen

Exportation is exploitation
Every mouthful a sin
Sweet flow of foreign juice
Long stain of guilt

If every action is wrong
And stillness cannot be achieved
Where does the actor turn
For the next-forgotten line?

Apologies are not enough
When your world is built on lies
Every dram of society
Polluted by the ancient sins

Small wonder, then
Great power of absolving water
Freedom from hereditary guilt
No other release is offered

Unless to pray for stillness
And turn away from power
Yet then we have usurped prerogative
And stolen power once again