Postcolonial Literature of the Elves

We have been your hedge-row boys,
Your hobs, your leprechauns, your children’s toys.
We bring you magic dresses for the ball
When once our ancestors were seven feet tall
Smiling and bowing under your oppression,
We suffered shame and terrible depression.
We capered at your whims, brought magic junk,
And all we were and all we could be… shrunk.
Our history, our dignity, our worth
Almost forgotten. Once we ruled this Earth
With beauty, pride and honour in our ways.
We grant your wishes, live our petty days,
Smile, smile, and bring you potions where you sup
And plot rebellion in a flower’s cup.

9th March 2006