Dear Diary

• Joel Machado, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

1 JANUARY 1788
I watched as a boat full of spirits neared the shore.
I called my tribe to help me fight off these strange looking 'white' people.
But little did I know most of the tribe was already slaughtered.
The sea turned red with blood. We quickly flee to Bunjil's Cave.
Some of us were also hurt and some of us were killed while we innocently hunted for food.
We leave the cave but then are captured by these so called spirits.
We were forced to slavery.
Our land and people gone...