The takeover

Run! The shores of our land curl underneath the boats
Now wood to metal
Sending shots of disease onto our home
As the bullets now fire into the beating heart
Of the land.
Hide! The blood from our veins, like the sap from our trees
Run blood red into the claimed waters, seeping from our home
As the love it has given us drains into their hands.
Look! The boats now tied
Smoke of faraway land thunders into the untouched sky
The chains, the shackles, the look of death
Stare upon us, as our lives crumble to dust.
Feel! The undying purity of the wood from natures trees
The fingers of leaves stretch out within the howling wind
As this home to many now becomes a part
Of someone else's home.