When Occupation Failed

The Occupiers failed Outside, the only road in my village a horde of carts pulled by skinny horses full of furniture and children demanded access. Our great grandfathers built this house we have the right of return. I contemplated giving them the shed but knowing they would demand a larger part of the house, thought it best to resist my thought of being kind. The people outside were of Roman ancestry and had lived in this area for hundreds of years and had been harassed wherever they went It was time to take back the village and the right to defend ourselves I rang the police, fifty officers came and disbursed the crowd and a guard post erected at the entrance. I normally have a liberal heart, but in this case, I had no empathy by those who tried to make me homeless