The People

The people  thousand angels came from beneath  they attacked our axis  by unpleading our culture  making our way back windy  delivering a platform of invasion for others  tactically they prove unknown to us  leaving us to thrive on the undefined  the route of confusion the made on our poor ways  death became our short sight  conflict on the other path  captivity was over yet slavery was known  strategically they invent a new way to be dominant  leaving our tools to fight for paper  gaining survival from them  when our tools rust uncertainly  our delicable way of conversation was over  physical moments with our family is  gone  the independent in our blood on their side  our villages we admire most  we now despise them  black green in us had left to be replaced  lime taking over our vegetation