Striking ludicrous pale face pests buzzing and invading what is not theirs,
hand swipes do nothing.
they come back again to take the riches pollen on every land they come in
herds all clustered together like an enormous cloud preaching twisted words
pale face pests with their big eyes and striped golden hairs.
Helpless to cease their actions we’ve become a coping for one another
a way of life for them,
these pests are demonizing
standing in a pool of blood
Our hearts broke in two,
when you look inside
no different than any other beating heart that pumps life