The Second Kind

While your earth's sky is blue; ours is black. where your clouds swim over your heavens; ours burn and flicker casting ash upon our cities. Where you dream of paradise, of freedom, of beauty; we dream of you. 200,000 years from your kingdoms, we awoke with fiery eyes and skin as hard as stone. 200,000 years ago, we marched upon your land, and rested in our graves. kind fires burn in our hearts, and wilfully let our plagues and our creatures haunt yours. You reaped us. Your armies, your torches, your guns. Your slayed us as we slept deep below your earths surface, growing more and more impatient for revenge. My people were your people, my friends were your friends. the trees that you burnt lay blackened on our solemn soil, yet you beg for our forgiveness? You shall get none.