Aunty Ro Mudjin a pal o’ mine

The existence of creation
The importance of its worth
The undeniable history
Played around Mother Earth
The immortal the enduring
The sum and substance we
Share with the perpetual
The complex and the free

Tangible and solid
Grounded everywhere
Heartbreaking and physical
The “tarner” lets us share
The rivers and the valleys
Becoming long ago
a kangaroo
And then a man a totem in full flow

A spiritual emblem
For those of us who see
Who experience the wildness
Our responsibility
Re energising songlines
And dreaming tracks
All found
Across this varied outback
Where the great roo’s do abound

Leaping pounding confidently
Fearless in their flight
Behold their great vibrations
Their energy so bright
Designed to be sufficiently
Able to bring the light
Into the world of living
If not shot down at night

Their toenails leaving holes
Where seeds and moisture by ingression
This a truly healing role
Providing a depression
An Intrinsic quality
An essentialness and balance
And a comprehensive artery

We have that great connectedness
Their bearing and ours does
Share an affilliation
A relevance a buzz
Aboriginal spirit made them
Great totems and they
entered into a spiritual bond
Which is always on display

Killing on the other hand
That whole irrelevancy
that alien discordant
That mean disparity
Removes the base connection
And The song lines are no more
The dreaming is then misapplied
And Unlike it was before

The oppositeness is relevant
A divergence let us say
The margins they grow wider
As the earth
Has lost its sway
Out of its equilibrium
Defective and falling short
Mismatched and preponderate
Synonymous with taut

With what is total arrogance
An unevenness abroad
What is compensation
death is no reward
For the loss of the sentient kangaroo
And its joey all we see
Is the constant thrust of pure disgust
And inferiority.

Culture the adhesive
That transcended all our ills
Living without due respect
Most resort to pills
Being out of kilter
Destructive forces rise
And thus imabalanced systems
That herald our demise

In 200 years what have we learned
As our wild life we destroyed
Academics are the gods
Despite The wild ones who have toyed
But we preferred the brainwashing
Our spirits killed along
With all the wild organic traits
And ofcourse our song

Lines and dreamtime tracks
The creative spirit we
Joined the arrogant masses
To take through history
The story of our life force
And the bygones of the start
Of Aunty Ro and ofcourse her
tribe
And their eldetic heart

The wild roo’s of Australia
Have an expectation they
Their prospective meditation
They share with us today
Far-sighted and sagacious
Their prophesy is strong
Its important that we value them
For here they do belong

They hold that revelation
That omen of before
They are messengers with spirits
Creators from the core
The age of colonialism
And the destruction of the good
The meat trade and its murdering ways
That the wild ones understood

Thanks to Aunty Ro a poem
Based on her beautiful words and the great Kangaroo

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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