Trespassers
by Augustus
Why do you cross my path?
Tread on my bones, camp on my skin by the thousands.
Your leaders promising freedom and adventure.
Why do you provoke me, for I have an army of danger beyond my walls.
I have diseases, cholera and dysentary which will kill you by the tens of thousands.
I have predators, boars, snakes, and mountain lions.
Your leaders have lied, if you think you can survive.
Leave my borders and I will grant you peace, but if you pass be warned.
You have already angered me, you are trespassers in a foreign land.
My trees will keep you from the scorching sun, giving you rashes, burns, and fatigue.
Your horses will tire, you food will be sparse, and your will even more broken.
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