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Ghosts arrive on Land

Poetry By: HiKitty

For those who don't know much about Australian history-this is a common story of how the british treated Australian-Aboriginies

Submitted:Apr 6, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

I search for food, my spear in hand

To give my home a feast

I faintly see some fluff on land

This fluff looks like a beast

The fluff is slow to walk

The fur is strange and pail

But catching will evoke talk

A wondourous, adventurous tale

Without delay I throw

And kill the fluff fair and square

It looks delicious, but no!

I Must wait for the ones I care

Before they come, some ghosts arrive

Dressed in red and white

I have no weapon-will I survive?

It's giving me a fright

I'm being led away

By these strange pale men

I don't seem to have a say!

Will I ever see land again?

Will miss the sacred grounds

With countless paperbark trees

The echoing bird sounds

And soft dirt, where I choose to be


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