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