The First Fleet
By Evie B
Creeeek, swish
Whispers of fear went around
Why didn’t I run?
Waiting for food
Sadness, sickness and scars
The wooden deck was as dirty as an unwashed toe rag
No fresh water
Death, after, death, after death
No escape!
Creeeek, swish
Whispers of fear went around
Why didn’t I run?
Waiting for food
Sadness, sickness and scars
The wooden deck was as dirty as an unwashed toe rag
No fresh water
Death, after, death, after death
No escape!