A Joey is a baby Kangaroo these hunters are heartless and souless

Australian Hunters
are the lowest of the low
out in the outback
all night they go
slaughter the mothers
and the babies get bashed
pulled out of the pouches
and on the ground smashed
Australian Hunters
are a sick lot of sods
karma is waiting
for you, and the Gods
will make bloody sure
that when you reach your time
that somebody stronger
will not give a dime
they’ll make sure
you feel all these sweet Joey’s
who
had their poor little heads smashed
by the likes of you
I cannot know why
you need to spring out
and make these poor souls
leave the world in such doubt
they cannot harm you
they were there before you
those who kill Joey’s
kill humanity too