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.

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