it is not with trepidation
that I send these words to you
you who violate us all
and do what you did do
our wool was ours completely
uniquely we did bear
our coat of many thicknesses
that you all wanted to share
but the way you went about it
was violence all the way
an ordeal of malfeasance
and its only us who pay
we forfeit on your trespass
dispossessed of ours by right
expropriated by you
switching off our light
you are sick imposters
illicit and its true
we call upon dear Morrigan
Goddess of fates
to do
the damndest darkest
retribution process that exists
Your skin should peel uncontrollably
as maggots gnaw your fists
the greatest irritation and agony
they say
you will want to pull off little bits
and unforgivable display
and unbelievable frustration
that does not go away
what we sheep did suffer
our psyche broken by
the evilness of arrogance
and why we all still cry
our tears will fill an ocean
our bloodshot mirrors too
mortified by all you did
and all you still may do
to smash our heads with hammers
and punch us repeatedly
throwing expletives every which way
it just has to be
that Hathor comes to help us
to bring vengeance to bear
to retaliate and be pitiless
of everybody there
the rigours of each moment
the torment of the day
we shall make sure you feel the pain
and for the evil pay
there will be just no get out
payback starts so bow
for Nemesis is joining forces
so living in your now
out in wild Australia
where shearers earn their dough
by killing off our spirits
and letting us all know
that what we have is sought after
and has to be stripped bare
the fact that we bled for many hours
and lived in such despair
really had no bearing
our insensitives were lost
you bloody well nigh murdered us
but it was all our cost
and so we turn the tables
the gods have come to say
you are going to suffer until your dying day
you are going to taste your blood
and drink it everyday
as we strip your skin off
and make you bastards pay
as the lymph and blood exude
what have you to say
not a lot I promise you
for the sheep that you had killed
many were just babies their precious
blood you spilled
cursed they were to be in the same shed
as you lot were
treacherous and caustic
on humanity a slur
saboteurs of reasoning
derisive in your way
of battering our intellect
and making us all pay
the softness was remarkable
as kicks and pain rained down
manhandled and brutalized
transforming our woolly gown
into a blood soaked remnant
showing adhering skin
and all done without painkillers
a disrespectful sin
this will be an execution
and many months of pain
its important that you suffer
busted up with strain
retribution is the gift of life
beyond the grave
they will take a horse whip to you
and really see how brave
you are now as your taking
instead of dishing out
and all your skin is withering
and you falling about
death comes with his sickle
but slowly takes away
the life force from your bodies
only slowly he does play
before the day of reckoning
you will collectively
scream out all together
begging for mercy
but it will not be coming
for death for you is slow
increasingly more painful
to just help you to know
the agony those sheep felt
that innocence abroad
how much you really hurt them
more than they could afford
and so your retribution
is god worked and sublime
and a lesson to any others
who might walk slowly through time
and the only compensation
will be that there’s no doubt
death is coming slowly
madness perhaps before
with theotechnic reverberations
just outside your door
to those Australia Shearers
life for you will be
nothing short of awful
for all of History
the wool you pulled
up over the doleful eyes of those
sporting it will see your plight
and like me hope it grows