By dear Mama

Such  wonderment really

and pure admiration

love was the key

driver and We

feeding at night

perhaps several families

holed up in mums pouch

The best place for me


the Irreverent Shooters

the light beams so brightly

shots ring out some mothers fall

and I know

my mothers  heart beating

ten to a dozen ,we need to eat

so we need to be


finding the darkness

finding the sanctity

she needs to feed herself

and of course me

despite rules on size

and of course gender

mothers with babies are shot



the great lamentation

out there in the darkness

mothers are bleeding

Though some  hop away

there are villainous  aura’s

the shooters are mindless

having no care of our want

and why We

to them we are worth more

when all life

has left us

when joeys are hauled out

and killed painfully



Imagine  it will you

treated like vermin

the shooters determine

the method
To be

and now I lay quietly

My dear mother  bleeding

she was warm to the touch

her heart very weak

dad he was gunned down

and now I am waiting

for the debased and shamefulness

Guy at his peak



thrashed on his bull bars

head caved in  sight gone

My trip to Heaven

Assured on this night

Just one  of many

icons some call us

soon to be butchered

It just ins’t right



Mr and Mrs Australian Consumer

if  truly you knew

what we go through each day

we sow seeds we eat vegetation

and need to

for thousands of years

the ancestral way


and now we are shot down

our skin used for handbags

for footballs

our life force

how maddening We

God made us and placed us

where we were eating

and you felt the need

and your paltriness be


your lack of  respect

your neglect and dishonour

why you despise us

being here before you

spurned really and spat upon

abused every moment

left bloodied and crying

You are  guilty too


buying our bones

in packs in the market place

our pieces of  dead flesh

to cook on your barbs

to feed to your pets

your vile karmic debts

Growing  by the day

It is a disgrace


so many joeys

so many pinkies

so many mothers

and fathers are here

in Heaven in our Heaven

witnessing the shooting

the unworthy the mean their superior air

all that we feel as the numbers are growing

that basically people just don’t bloody care.



24/10/2021  Kangaroo Day

make it the last day you ever buy anything that came from a dead  animal of  any kind






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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