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In history we are learning about the history of Australia, so we had to do a drawing/sketch to do with convict life and so this is waht I came up with :) Ta da......
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There is a poem in Poland about the transport from 1788, it was then made a song. I love it, with all the suffering included. You can hear it here: [link]

The lyrics go like this:

This first cruise to Australia!
Rogues at shipboards, prostitutes in cots,
All were fearing, crying and vomiting,
On the way to paradise. Oh, your perversion,
Lord, what else in the plans unknown to us
You have? Black devils guarding the shore
Of Eden, which you planned for us,
And in which none of us, to be honest, believed.

What did we, poor, do to deserve this?
One who was to be hanged for stealing a coat
Was crying over his unavoidable demise,
He couldn't see You in the rotten masts
Of the ship which was only a new prison.
The one who was trading her children's bodies
Didn't think even for a smallest while
That it was a ship of hope, not despair.

Not only one soldier of the grim escort
(for what was the difference between our and their fate?)
Knew that he'd never see again a harbour
Where barkeepers would serve them,
And so would paid women; that the rum would run down
Until You chase the fast ship to the destination,
So they were drinking heavily with the sailors,
And against orders - playing over the females.

Of course, not everyone survived Your trials,
But you did experience us toughtly;
You didn't save us from high tides,
After which many of us in the ocean
Finished their lives; others' gums rotted,
Their teeth fell out, they got boils,
And thus, our green trail is marked by graves
Of scurvy, rage and syphillis.

No one will find in the moving abyss
Bodies of these wretches apart of You, God!
Their sinful lives don't allow epitaphs,
But they're punished, so maybe it's enough
That You used this horrendous example;
They really did reach the hell,
And dying, no one of them believed
That in their suffering they died - humans...

The land seemed unwelcoming, wild;
A rogue with no honor, a venal woman
How could in one day become a settler
Of unknown lands? For recognizing the paradise
Wasn't easy; to find the strength
Against all odds, without a comforting word
To live anyway, until You let us discover
A land generous in crops, gold and diamonds.

Rogue litter, rascal crowd
Taking from Your all goods,
Even though we know so many, from our experience:
Within us is paradise, hell and trails to both.