Dreaming of tiny fish swimming in the sea
Not being able to survive by the spirits living in the Sea
The first fleet slowly emerging on the seas
Slowly coming closer and closer to land of the free
Dreamtime, dreamtime has spirits, the spirits that helped create the new world
The new world that have turned to wicked, the world that has had many problems
The world they thought was perfect, perfect for living without any troubles
They say that they don't own the land, the land owns them, in still following their beliefs
So they kept fighting to save their sacred land
The indigenous people thought they were spirits, animals, and even gods
But they needed to keep going, surviving, living for their country
And the fish are slowly dying, dying from the monsters that live for hunting
The ships were slowly getting fuller and fuller with people feeling sadness
For the people they have to leave behind, for the love they leave behind
In Australia and New Zealand they had to find a new way, a new place to move people
It's slowly getting full and fuller with people and not a enough rooms or space
So some have to move, to leave, to say goodbye to their loved ones
Making new colonies to live because they had to leave for a new exploration and the new generation
Mining, mining away the Iron and Coal to keep them warm
And thus colonies are built with the living world
Living, hunting, surviving are the only things they know how to do
But the diseases are to strong for them to live, they keep fighting
Fighting for their lives every single day
Running, running for survival up the mountains
And down to the plains through the driest of the lands
They seek for shelter, a place for living on their own
Slowly progressing with their own economy and government
Earlier in time, they didn't used to have cell phones or didn't used to wear clothes, but now they do, do with the circumstances
So living isn't so hard, anymore now they'll have a place to call home.
A/N ~ Sorry some of this doesn't rhyme. See you later peeps.
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Just Random Poems
PoetryIt says it in the title. It's kind of dumb. My friends kept saying that is was good, so yeah this happened. Random poems, is what this is gping to be.
