The Ground Entity Poem by Isa .

Freedom at last,
Hope almost gone.
He will us with his sword
He will treat us like a hoard.
Our family's will never know
Just what they'd undergo.
The love they had,
So much more to add.

The ground people had hearts of gold.
Mistake them though as weak,
That was a mistake.
The ground people will rise up.
They are always watching,
Watching and waiting,
They will come back.

You will regret the choices you made.
In hoards of thousands.
You stand no chance.
No one will be there for you when they strike.