Not a Date to Celebrate

This is not a date for fireworks in the sky,

But for listening to the old, unspoken cry.

A day etched deep in blood and stolen ground,

Where silence fell and sacred songs were drowned.

Before the flags, before the chains and law,

This land was loved; was whole; was raw.

Sixty five thousand years of story, song, and flame,

Reduced to footnotes, numbers, dust, and shame.

They called it “settlement,” a gentle word,

But history knows the screams that word blurred.

Children taken; families torn apart,

A genocide that shattered land and art.

So if we gather, let it not be cheer,

But truth and mourning, and the will to hear.

For this is Invasion Day—let justice start,

With truth on our lips and change in our heart.

©️ Wonderland Wanderess 2026