Oh, Dear

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What should we do?

They’re not like us.

They look funny.

Darker

They spend time in the woods.

What do they do out there?

I’ve heard they eat berries and nuts.

No meat.

They don’t speak our language.

What god do they worship?

They walk around as if they own this place.

Our place.

Heads held high.

Not grateful for the scraps we give them.

Who do they think they are?

What will they want next?

They have lots of kids who they fawn over.

They stick together.

They’re taking over.

Our land.

We’ve got to do something.

Or else.