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Red rock

Funny the things you find out With a curious mind And walking shoes How beautiful And priceless The view From atop the headlands At Red Rock Of course, the rocks are red Jasper I believe But could be wrong As I was to connect The name to the colour Of the rocks As its Called red rock Not because of the colour But The blood The spilt blood Another massacre site They headered them Onto the headland And drove them off The cliffs To the sharp rocks below Another tribe Killed for no crime Killed not even for the land As its not suited for Agri-culture Just first nation culture Now White holiday culture Another dead tourist town With a dirty little secret I tender the small plaque Replace fallen shells Adorn it With wild flowers Wipe away the dirt And tears Make a promise To write about The blood stained Red Rock

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