A poem I did for an assignment at school about an aboriginal who fought in the wars between the British and Aboriginals at Australia during the 1800’s.
Rhythem of War Drums
The fear, tears and dried out cries
The loss, the love it’s just not right
Remember the great ones who never turned down a fight
Memories, stories keep these hero’s in the light
Maybe all this was not right
White, Black they are just races
Pemulwuy was just keeping the pace
He didn’t want glory
He didn’t want fame
He wanted this land to be his again
Pemulwuy was just not one person
He stood for the whole nation
He stood for what was right
He stepped into the light
The battle was fearsome
The battle dragged out for days
The battle came to an end
They went home with scars
They went home with stories that will travel far
Maybe the battle was not won
But the battle had to be done
Pemulwuy was just one hero
There are many more
The battle was not one
Pemulwuy’s dream may not have been done
But the ryhthem of war drums
Was never too much fun.
Lawson Gale.
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