Murdering Creek Road

I wondered about This road sign It Haunted me So went a digging Found some old skeletons Up near Weyba dam It is Black in the killing days Was not the colour To be When white spilt from the ships And stained This beautiful brown land Stained the white sand With the red blood of blacks I always wondered As the sun shines On the coast Why it is so white And now I know It wasn’t by bleaching But by murdering The blacks Down the Ol’creek road