We shall come  with all our wealth  and our vulgarity  into yout land  carving deep wounds  in our wake  planting the sharped-edged dreen seed  of money  deep into your hands  and as you grasp  gasping  you will thank us  as it takes root  growing and entangling itself  around your simple naive lives  it will placate you  We shall come  hard and fast  into your under-developed  un-exploited little world  tearing away the soil  beneath your feet where you stand  scattering the broken gifts it offers up  all around us  digging the foundations of our own image  into the raw core belly of the earth  send spiralling monuments  to our glorious achievements  into the heavy leaden sky    you will watch from the horizon  imprisoned by your own pleasures  bound by the material chains  we will supply  and when we have turned  one side oft he world's face  from the sun into the blackness  the other will then burn  under the slap of our greed.