Kangaroos hunted and murdered in the Texas

The evil thats out there
How can it be right
Breeding kangaroo’s
Its a terrible slight
On humanity really
To see what they do
The so called ranchers
Creating for you

You thats the hunters
Oblivion knocks
In Texas we hear
Where killing just rocks
The senses the heart strings
The soul urges too
Where kangaroos live
And are waiting for you

Great RED Kangaroo’s
Up to six feet tall
Kill them how you like
Come on have a ball
These beautiful animals
Spot stalk or BOW
Rifle or Pistol
They free range
And so

For seven thousand dollars
You can come and enjoy
A punt at the Roo’s
And you can employ
Our expertise
Or just go it alone
Eat what we butcher
Or stuff it
We’ve known

Lots who stuff parts
And take them back where
Texas Hill Country
Its wonderful there
Stalking these babies
Makes hunters into
Warriors really
Its just what we do

The Red Kangaroo
Is an iconic soul
It should never be harmed
That isnt our role
Look after them certainly
Torture them No
And we hunt Them
Daily oh yes we mow
Them down in good quantities
A ranch hunting foe
thats the name of the place
And we love them so

Its such a disgrace
Breeding in roo’s
To be murdered for meat
i just hate all zoo’s
And it can never be
Allowed in this world
A business thats set
Up to kill animals
Really to let
Man do this horror
An opportunity
To make money from killing
Such disharmony

Who gives them the right
The illogicality
So much loose thinking
Complete sophistry
How is it allowed
And all sold on line
Importing the gullible
Unseeing swine

Biased and twisted
They would have to be
To stalk and kill kangaroos
In TEXAS and be
Happy to do this
Happy to try
To kill kangaroos
In the wink of an eye

Its a matter of ignorance
That we can say
Numbskulls and airheads
Just come this way
Where is the realness
The authenticity
Where is the wisdom
Its the absurdity

Of Kanga’s in Texas
That just bothers me
How do they get there
And why should they be
Given the same disrespect
As if they
Had been left in the outback
And been made to pay

Where are the sages
From long long ago
Why we breed psychopaths
Crackpots who blow
Up At the moon
Going stupidly too
hell and back really
Chasing the Roo

Meaningless bunkum
Perplexed from the start
They call themselves humane
But havent the heart
To realise actually
How cruel they be
Murdering kangaroo’s
Just ranging free

Its frightful and shocking
To imagine that we
Go out in the wilds
Where creation is free
With beauty on offer
And stablity
And there in the midst
Comes the hunter to see

If he can bring mayhem
And murder to play
Create such coarseness
A yobbish display
Raising fear skywards
And trepidation
Being so unimaginative
The consternation

Of many who read about
Animals killed
Stalked by the canned hunting
Really weak willed
Shifty and shady
Indecent snd obscene
Who are outrageous
And incredibly mean

Trappers and poachers
And hunters they are
All tied together
Not one is a star
Not in their own rite
For they should have all lost
Whatever they accrued
At considerable cost.