SMILING ENEMIES

A down fall of living proceeded me through my times.

Although, i escaped them then.

I knew it was just a matter of time.

They came, like they did to my old place.

Like they themselves discovered my gods permanent space.

With smiles, they made friends with the locals at the bay,

Breaking bread on arrival,

Saying, we're here to stay,

Soon i heard the screams.

Lil kids roaming the woods.

People started dissappering.

Like i knew they would.

This wasn't the first time,

That ive came across this race.

Our elders, back home,

Called them the pale-face'

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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