They came by the boat loads
strangers dragging chains
and giant noise makers in their hands.
Thunderstick volleys of thunder booms
recoiling missives recited in a voice
foreign to a listening ear.
Sails flapping in the breeze
waves rolling gently to shore
waiting patiently
a new direction to go.
We watched with confusion
wonderment in slow motion
surrounding the misinformed
gathering at the edge
praying to a God unknown
to take the bounty home.
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Who do they think they are?
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