If Aboriginals Were In Charge

• Olivia Wythes, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

What is happening to my green and gold land?
The oceans don’t sing anymore,
The trees are weak, they struggle to stand,
The plants are dead and sore,
We started this monstrosity,
We created too much,
We turned nature into our own city,
We damaged Earth with our touch,
If only man weren’t so selfish,
Our home would not be dying,
It would grant my only wish,
To stop the crops from crying,
If we had just shown kindness,
Would our drought become this large?
There’d be nothing to start this mess,
If aboriginals were in charge.