The Stained Country

• Joel Pallikunnel, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

Not too long ago when the dreaming had pass.
Country was stained. Country was marked
The mark remains and shows our past.
But what happened you ask .
It started when wood covered the horizon.
When white men trampled temples and towns .
‘Colonising’ an inhabited home
once guardian become outcasts .
There inheritance stolen
There backs bruised
Left to bleed only their country witness the truth
Atrocities committed lies woven.
Their backs bleed staining country.
Giving reminder for all to see.
That blood can never be washed away,
scars remain for all of history.