They placed the rocks and sticks in the cave
And danced the spirits for the harvest they gave
So they were left in place for hundreds of years
Then the white settlers came bringing tears
Scattering the sacred things in the cave
Meaning the spirits weren't appeased being so grave
Over the years they noticed that things weren't the same
With the kangaroos and emus disappearing in the game
Then the climate began to change getting hotter each year
And the the elders of the aborigines said the end would be near.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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