What we did

“What is the meaning of fire?”

We asked in formal attire.

We did not know,

They did though.

They tried to teach “the white”,

We did not listen that night.

But when it got out of hand,

We ran right back to the sand.

We ran back to say sorry,

Because what we did caused us to worry.

Hoping they would forgive us,

But we had already missed the bus.

We say sorry for our creation,

They hate the day the English made our nation.

Please forgive,

So then happily we can all live.