Gangarru (honour and respect)

Respect is sadly lacking
For Creation and beyond
The philosophy of existence
The realness and the bond
We have with factuality
Our great mother for she
And her enduring priciples
Are perpetually

Reminding us totemism
Is linked to dreamtime and we
In the time before creation
When, we all roamed free
Such was inspiration from rituals
Of the past
It unites our true philosophy
Its where our die was cast

I speak of the great Kangaroo
Respected universally
ruthless warriors they be
But nurturing mothers angelically
Formidable in every way
Leaders too thats what we say
A magickal balance is how we see
The male and female energy

From beach to desert
And all between
Sun and earth
The compassion screen
Spiritual awareness
The kangaroo
Its knowledge of life
Is in all we do

Society in this modern day
Has in so many ways alas
Actually now lost its way
Lost the respect of creation
The forces out there who
Devise and show us how to be
And create a world thats true

We allow the fictitious
Monetary making lust
To obliterate our philosophy
And replace it with disgust
The prophets of the earlier times
Lost in the dust of now
The corporatocracy swallows up
The unbegotten vow

The visionary aspects
The undying kangaroo
They be truly iconic
To the world they are a view
Of what is our great content
The totemism we
Linked into our dreamtime
For all eternity

To thus create a nothingness
A lack of density
A shallowness of spirit
Of impalpability
To tag and kill each mother
To allow the stomping phase
To descend into the great morass
A purpose made malaise

Is to throw away the essence
The historicity
The beauty of Australia
That the world at large can see
Our identity our genuineness
Our incomparable desire
To never forget ancestors
And sybolisms fire

The minutiae of spirit
The politicians brief
Profitting from profit
Has no lasting relief
Creation the great mother
The natural urge to be
Compassionate and trusting
Thats the energy

The symbiotic union
It has to be attained
We need that strong cohesion
At present it feels strained
We are rupturing the close bond
With totemic mythology
And losing sight of our natural world
And its creativity

The Wedge tailed Eagle the albatross
And ofcourse the Kangaroo
The heron and the wallaby
And the Black Cockatoo
The Goanna and Rainbow serpent
All have a place and they
Have to retain their freedom
To be respected every day

Sacrificing wholeness
The all embracing power
What is our immaturity
The omission of the hour
The incoordination and
Irregularity
Leading to a shambles
In the way that some now see

The kangaroos are wasted
For leather for our shoes
Their precious babies stomped upon
Collateral, we refuse
To look upon creation
In the light of long before
Preferring So called balance sheets
Wrapped up in blood and gore