Australia your shooters are bastards

Shooters are sicko’s hunting at night
In the light of the truck beam
For them they delight
In picking out mothers
With joeys, and firing
The mother she’s dead
The joey perhaps
On the bull bars will be
Smashed into pulp
Shooter man you will be

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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