The Arrival of Hungry Jack
everything had to be rearranged
incense sputtered
smothered out
now our shrine is a cash register
the day Hungry Jack came to stay
homemade, fresh to buy
a stall at our front door, step
into your age of golden nuggets
and the taste is not exactly
what it says on the tin
here is the new menu,
local coconuts were cut
cheeseburgers freshly unfrozen
no, you may not
eat ikan bakar
that’s just a thing of the past
palm trees once shaded, their habits
inhabit a place from the past, now
the mighty Burger King cares little
for his subjects,
here decree
‘first you must sever their roots!’
once our village
is not your patronage
although fake ‘meat’ may be
better than muscle, ships & guns
for years they’ve killed
more culture
than cows
scented smoke will rise from ashes
our gospel, the menu of old
will push back Meal Deals to the sea
forever since
the day Hungry Jack came to stay