Alfred Milner,
You harboured the desire
To bring Africa under the rule of the British Empire
Under the cover of liberation and democracy
You perpetrated a terrible atrocity
In the name of British supremacy
"A barrier of dead children's bodies” was left as your legacy
“When is a war not a war?”
But something much more
You gave us no choice but to fight
Aflred Milner, how did you sleep at night?
While knowing of the innocent women and children’s plight
Your actions will forever be a blight
The Afrikaans soldiers were outnumbered more than five to one
Yet for 15 months they kept you on the run
You realised that fighting the war as a war between men
Was going to result in a loss again
You resorted to starvation and breaking families apart
“the act of striking a brave man's heart”
Through the honour of his wife
And his child's life
You created an image of us as unclean
That our humanity would not be seen
Conjuring up an outrageous image you called a “Boer”
Unkempt, unwashed, and violent
This kept your soldiers and countrymen silent
Referred to us as “savages with only a thin white veneer”
To keep the Empire’s conscience clear
“When is a war not a war?”
But something so much more
Is it a coincidence that gold was unearthed
Where this gruesome war was birthed
My family was forced from their homes
All that was left of our farms were bare bones
Driven in open carts, exposed to the elements for weeks
These were your gruesome techniques
You put us into camps with hardly any food to eat
Subjected to insults, rain and heat
Once at the camps many became ill
And from there it only went downhill
Thousands lost their life
As outbreaks of diseases became rife
Instead of using your munitions
You killed us with overcrowding and unsanitary conditions
“When is a war not a war?”
But something much more
This is how you won
Instead of using your gun
You attacked the young
22,000 children's deaths to your name
All for an already rich countries’ gain
You took their mothers, daughters, wives and sons
By starving, and abusing their loved ones
You broke the spirit of the guerrilla war force
And cutting off their food source
You wanted the families to suffer enough
That they would persuade their husbands it was too tough
That the men would lay down their arms
So that you could take their farms
And mine the land for diamonds and gold
Hoping the story would be left untold
“When is a war not a war?”
But something much more
You said it was for the freedom of all races
But then you put everyone through their paces
“Damn the consequences” was your basis
As you tore us away from our warm fireplaces
And put us behind barbed wire
To get nearer to that dream to which you aspire
No circumstances were too dire
As you starved people innocent and young
You still wanted to keep this tale unsung
Sending misinformation
To stop your nation
From seeing this horrible starvation
My great-great grandfather grew up motherless
My great grandmother was brotherless
As three of her siblings died in the camp
Did you think this victory made you some sort of champ?
Her mother had to watch three of her children die
Powerless to help them, all she could do was cry
My childhood stories were filled with the horrors that you inflicted
Images much worse than the photos depicted
Scars like these don’t heal overnight
And it takes time to stand back upright
When there was hardly a house left undestroyed
Your war left a great void
Of broken families, destroyed farms, and ruined livelihoods
“When is a war not a war? When it is carried on by methods of barbarism in South Africa.”
– Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman, June 1901. British parliament member.
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