Kangaroo and Nike Footballs

I start off just by saying
that I love the kangaroo
I have a special affinity for it
and its heartfelt through and through
having travelled through the vast lands
through the bush around the states
there’s not a lot of them about
which certainly creates
a sadness for this poet I must say
the iconic one
whose only found in Australia
in the bush under the sun

Kangaroos the iconic one
is still feeling the wrath
of hunters killing them at night
its seems the football path
they end up murdered and exploited
and its all done in the sun
the joey’s mutilated
heads stomped on and they are gone
to me they have as much right
as Australians and they
should share the land, its big enough
and not get in, each others way
Nike and whoever
should realise the power
should appreciate the Kangaroo
is living under a shower
it doesn’t need this treatment
it doesn’t want this pain
all mothers have a feeling for their
offspring so again
to kill them and to leave
them dead and dying on the ground
is evil, it is evil
in their own sweet blood their drowned
its because they have fine leather
that fine leather is their skin
anyone who does this
must realise the sin
is on their shoulders actually
for the kangaroo is wild
created, by nature
it is the true wild child
humanity will look unfavourably
on you Today
they are there to just be killed
in any blooming way
and so you let it carry on and on
and on and on
until I suppose like the Japanese
and the whales they all are gone
commercialisation is killing
all the species known to man
the Rhinocerus the Tiger
the Elephant the plan
to slaughter every animal
the walrus and the seal
the kangaroo what can we do
but petition and appeal