The Destruction
By Rithwik D
There were times, where harmony was all;
The Sun was like an event-horizon, about to fall.
The light glistened upon the natural beauty of Dyarubbin.
Then, they came.
Harmony was nothing; the Europeans took to tame
The animals had no chance of life; the balance was lost.
The river continued to flow, but hospitality tossed,
All to the wrong side…
Dyarubbin was unsuitable for life.
We were filled with strife, as our land deformed.
A saviour - all that is needed.
The leader of our tribe pleaded and exceeded,
To ensure our land is seeded…
Again.
“No more visitors! It is time to leave.”
We failed to achieve,
As we were naive…