ANCA is working on a public art project to help tell the story of the housing crisis in the
North Country. To support this project, ACW is gathering writing by our audience on the
theme of housing.
They Did not come with their Guns.
But, it was not a false prophesy.
In the secrecy of the night woods,
Circled around small flames,
We prepared.
Surely, they would want our water
Our resources
Our land.
If we blocked off the north way
With debris
And snipers in trees
We would stand a chance.
But, it did not happen in a surge.
There was no red dawn.
They came slowly
The way acid rain kills the lake
They came slowly
With their wallets
And we did not stand a chance.