Poem: On Our Camp Being Vandalized

So you came when we were gone,
Slashed the Old Man's tent,
Collapsed ours,
And left misspelled signs
And cried out "Thief Camp."
Thief? Thieves?
All we have is given or found
Or gifted.
We steal from no one,
But you?
You stole our peace
Our place of rest
Our spot of refuge
And trashed it as a vandal
Destroying something wonderful, beautiful.
We have no voice,
No hero to bruit our cause
No redress.
Nothing left but to bind up
What wounds can be bound.
Nothing, nothing left
But to fold the butchered tent
And silently steal away,
Bereft.