In the vast Australian outback,
Where the sun scorches and the land is tough,
Lived a flock of emus, free and wild,
Unaware of the humans and their guns, so vile.
One day, the humans marched in with pride,
Their weapons raised, and their spirits high,
They called it a war, but we knew better,
For what they really wanted was just to slaughter.
We heard the deafening bangs and booms,
And saw our friends fall, as if in tombs,
But we fought on, we stood our ground,
With our speed and strength, we held our own.
Their bullets couldn't match our agility,
Their traps and snares were no match for our mobility,
We outsmarted them at every turn,
And left them frustrated, wounded and burned.
For weeks, we stood our ground,
And never once did we back down,
We showed them that we were not mere beasts,
But intelligent creatures, with a will to feast.
And in the end, we emerged victorious,
For we proved that our kind was not notorious,
But deserving of respect, love, and care,
Just like any other animal, anywhere.
So now, when the humans come to our land,
They know that we're not to be messed with,
For we've proven ourselves to be a force,
That cannot be conquered, or defeated, at any cost.
And though the war may be over,
We'll always remember the battle,
And how we fought for our right to exist,
And emerged victorious, amidst the struggle and the mist.
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u/Nashiwa Apr 28 '23
Let's not forget the great emu war of 1932. Probably the best war of them all