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Dec 2012
They called themselves friends
Giving us chickens for our pens

They brought us carrots and corn
Now they hurt us like a thorn

All those times we did good trades
I never knew we'd be betrayed

Now they invade us
Flaming our house's truss

They steal our food
Never knew they were so rude

We gave you wine
Now, you attack us like a mad swine

You **** our kids
Steal our fruits and figs

Leave us alone, please
Why can't you reprise?

You are now strangers
You're one of our many dangers

You were our friends. The nice traders
Now you are our foes. The cruel raiders
Written by
Isaac Monge
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