The Bilby

A sudden scream from the trees sends a chill down its bones,

The Bilby seeks cover as he has already lost all his homes

As trees creak and plead,

The Bilby gazes while they bleed

Engines clamour and growl,

The Bilby buries its nose as the smell is foul

A flock of Magpies whisks to the skies,

The Bilby can smell the humans' rotting lies

As the war presents the scars on display,

The Bilby mourns the bodies of friends while they decay

Thousands of lives were forced to take the pay,

The engines don’t care, they dust off and finish the day.