SHADES OF GREY By Phoebe Ward, age 15   Born to the dreamtime from ancestral seeds in the red soil. Your dark skin caressing the grassy flesh, to mother earth you were always loyal.   Then we came with our guns and we came with whisky breath. You tried to share your vision. We gave you sudden death.   We stole you from your parents and intoxicated your sons. We raped and killed your daughters Christ, what haven't we done?   But today we've come to say sorry, and although it won't remove the pain. Please take it as a promise that we'll never let it happen again.   For tomorrow's a new begining, Perhaps a brighter day. Where instead of being black or white, We could all just be shades of grey.