They Burned Our Village Poem by Cody O'Hara

They Burned Our Village



They burned our village today
Those kings by the sea

They told us were rabble
And to obey willingly

Their minds had been set
Like old weathered stone

Today they said
We burn your home

Your beggars and thieves
Filthy and rotten

Never shall their words be forgotten

Yes they claimed us all filth
No matter our person

We begged and pleaded
We are not all filth, we are many, we are one

Artists, writers, and so many skilled are we
Why let a few rotten ones spoil the whole tree

Yet they did not listen for they were but slaves
To those who moved in the shadows and controlled this maze

I watched in silence, forlorn
As my friends were cut down like reeds in the storm

Our homes turned to rubble
Our works strewn to the ground

Our hearts grew heavy
We had fought, yet lost

Do they truly realize the cost

The laments still rise as smoke fills the skies
We are no more now, but a shade and a sigh

Forever forgotten by those lords on high

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