Exports

What swollen headed businessmen
Create pomposity
Are unconcerned and indifferent
To the methods that now be
Utilized in the harvesting
Of the iconic kangaroo’s
Who are taken out in the dead of night
And then they just refuse

To give deliberation and foresight
To the case
To never show any caution
And ofcourse much less grace
To use impulsive shooters
Trigger happy thugs
Whose irresponsibilty
Is a magnet to the bugs

Is it any wonder that the international trade
Are wary of the quality
Thats actually displayed
E coli salmonella
A dirty filthy trade
Offensive and satanic
That is before them laid

The suffering is evident
A waking nightmare here
Prostration and desolation
And much of the fear
It comes across to everyone
The insensibility
The way the meat is butchered
The inscrutability

Russia has refused to so accept
And China too
Holland also does agree
And has taken the view
The pitiless transfusion
What is the evil eye
The balefulness and treachery
Its clearly far too high

Whats tragic here is Australia
Cannot feel the pain
Goes along with the torture
It just seems so insane
Anyone with any feeling
Can realise the worth
What should be the cherished soul
The most iconic on god’s earth

Is past over and neglected
Is given such short shrift
Allowing all those ruffians
To give the world this gift
Macropods anonymous marsupials galore
To not be bloody grateful
What they are living for

Analysis shows clearly
Bacteria is high
This a totem animal
To the indigenous who try
To put across the magic
And the mystery that be
So obviously right in every way
And ethically

And still the Australian government
Seeks shooters who will kill
Bodies after bodies
Packed with the vilest swill
Fly blown maggots dust and dirt
And viruses as well
These poor unfortunate creatures
With a bounty made in hell

And now its kangaroo testicles
For libido problems they
Ground up in the perfect pill
To take one’s blues away
Of course its total rubbish
The Australian gory tale
Undutiful and rebellious
The exporters should be in gaol

Literally in irons i say
For this is a dirty trade
Born out of pandemonium
And i would not grant them aid
They so neglect these angels
And allow them to be shot
As a punishment for existing
When clearly they are not

They are being chased and harried
Thousands every year
Slaughtered with their babies
The last cries that they hear
Such wanton destruction
Their divineness lost
Cruelly deprived of life on earth
The ultimate in cost