When they came we thought they were Gods ,we basked and awed in their glory .
Blinded by a facade,not knowing it was a farce .
When they came it was genocide ,it was a season of dispair and a festival of sadness .
They killed our men and took our women ,their hungry thrist for wealth ,for riches blinded them
and became reason for their cruelty.
As I look back at the home I'm now fleeing ,I realize Gods did not come ,but men
They Came .
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