Into your lands
We will send bullets
Forest-eating machines
Poised in the waters
Like metallic death birds
We will send food items
Glazed with polymers
Infused with sweetness
And oceans of films
Devoid of meaning
You will dig
Mine and harvest
And we will consume
And what we emit
Will trouble the rains
Ravage the coastlines
Increase the sun's heat
Parch the meadows
Spoil your crops
Soldiers we train and pay
Will ransack your towns
And kill your animals
Each effort at movement
We will thwart with plots
Impenetrable and wicked
Our sailors will crowd your ports
Overthrow your states
Many times
You will be shot
By guns we sell
To people harvesting
Distilling cooking substances
That we consume
As we languish and shatter
Their bullets will break you
You will live in fear
You will flee
Cross deserts
Scale fences
Crouch leap
Stand still
Drink warm water
From dusty milk jugs
In slivers of shadow
And when you arrive
We will turn you away
Curse and blaspheme you
Say you are the reason
For everything bad
We will say
We were really something
Before you got here
It was lemonade and Cadillacs
How dare you come
To feed off of our largesse
Our good heartedness
Our hard work
Why must you
Make us act so cruel
What must we do now
To keep you away
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