Respect

There is no excuse at all
For remaining ignorant
Of what goes on
Shooting kangaroo’s
Like there’s no tomorrow
what are We going to do when they
are gone?

Murdering for the meat trade
And for leather too
Farmers allowing shooting
On their land
Which many do
Road kill there are many
And those that well just die
And now without tag shooting
Its enough to make me cry

The shooting that takes place
Its not all head shots
The so called training programme
Is a joke
Anyone can do a course
And become a murdering butcher
In less than one day
And thats bespoke

Females with their joeys
Are often gunned down
Many hop away and later
Die
The joeys they wont waste
Bullets on them and so their heads
Are torn
Off their little bodies
Infanticide we spawn

Iniquity what else is ripping
Off a babies head
Or leaving it to starve to death
Or slammed on the truck bed
It takes a nasty bit of work
To have this disrespect
For animals I have to say
And of course it goes unchecked

These are special animals
Designed to be here they
Have soft feet to protect the land
They roam across each day
They exist on not much water
They lick themselves to cool
As ruminants they chew the cud
But cleverly they rule
The roost on limiting methane
Creations gift on call
Perfectly designed for where they are
And, that isnt all

They plant wild plants
They are gardeners they are positive
And wild
And are only found in Australia
When I think just how defiled
They are all chased and harried
Shot at day and night
Slaughtered for the pet trade
Which I dont feel is right

Murdered for the meat trade
And butchered in the bush
By unprofessional butchers
Who are working at a push
In steamy hot conditions
Lacking hygiene thats for sure
Where refrigerants are lacking
Something some ignore

The whole things disrespectful
Opportunists earn their dosh
But out there with the heat and flies
Shooters do not wash
It is dirty business
And no wonder Russia ceased
By the time the meat was delivered
The bugs had had their feast

A created soul a miracle
A baby why should they
Be murdered every time they kill
A female its no way
For us To treat a baby
If A dog or cat then we
Would have the Authorities
Suing us for outright cruelty

But the kangaroo is treated
Like this on every kill
If it be a female with a joey
Blood will spill
And this is what that are doing
And its sickening to see
And remember they are not butchers
Just a short course which is key

In my book some of you possibly do feel
wild at heart
some do
Despite your city living
For some no doubt its true
But Its a different world out there
The outback isnt where
Preparation of carcasses
Should happen and I dare

Say the city dwellers
Given perhaps to share
Wouldnt want to eat that much
Really unwashed out there
And yet its sold like crazy
And support is given too
And The meat trade ofcourse laps it up
What else do you think they do

My appeal to all of you
Is ramp up the compassion and try
And think of the poor old roo’s out there
Underneath the sky
In those drought conditions
Being shot at when they feed
Being knocked down when they venture near the road
Oh yes indeed

Its a hard life in the outback
As many of you guess
And roo’s need consideration
Not this constant stress
Relaxing the conditions
Giving shooters the whip hand
Murdering the wild ones
Which I fail to understand.