First Fleet

The warm welcome 

A rather sweet 

Instead a deadly surprise 

Which had started like a tide

Then crept forward 

Our hearts were broken into dust

The land of flaming colors turned to ashes

Embroidered with thorny brambles

We stood there without a single noise

The British settlers raged in like a hailstorm

Took away the precious hope of land

Blackberries planted carelessly

For their sweet reminder of home

Rats walk free-footedly to our home

As our tears wept of currents, of the flats left behind

The swarming sunlight blurted out its light

Clouds shattered as children were gone 

Parents began to sob , the wind squealed in agony

Kindness was more like a dish served

An unpleasant surprise