Kangaroo killers

Dripping with blood
In the vilest of flood
Mothers and babies
The outback was where
The purest of soul
Who took the angels role
Was ambushed and murdered
Can you feel the despair ?

Of a mother who is dying
Her joey is too
Crushed under the boot
Of the hunter whose true
To Australia,
and to the dirtiest trade
The stench of the miasmic
for him will not fade

A brute with a gun
With redolent pong
With his vile halitosis
He doesn’t belong
In a world of humans
A heartless devide
An ogre of spirit
Who took the great slide

Down into the depths
With the demons discord
A pigmented moron
Who cannot afford
To live in the real world
But creeps in the dark
He honestly feels
he is making his mark

Filling his trucks
with the corpses he kills
Where there are no spectators
To witness his thrills