Kangaroos

The outback is inhospitable
Arid and real dry
The hot sun burning up the ground
Which is really why
Bush Angels they bear testament
To the searing withering soul
And why thirst becomes
Crazy, and to drink their specific goal

The Reds are more resilient
With a lot more vitality
Able to withstand a drought
Their survivability
Greater than the Greys
Adaptability is really not as yielding
As it needs to be

The kangaroos are durable
Perfection in a way
Designed for the environment
And they work out everyday
Each has a good reflective layer
At the back of each eye
So when caught up in a spotlight
They shine and that is why

Shooters use their spotlights
And the eyes shine brilliant white
They take aim and they shoot them dead
And others then take fright
The problem is some of these so called shooters
are no cop
They miss the head and cause injury
Thats when I get a strop

Causing them such agony
Its frightful and its wrong
These iconic animals really do belong
Where Nature has installed them
And abusing them like this
Through bungling and botching
it is taking the piss

Kangaroo’s have smallish heads
And there really is a need
For a true degree of proficiency
For To see Bush angels bleed
To see them in a wretched state
And to see their joeys dashed
Againt the bull bars of a truck
Until their brains are mashed

Is grotesque its a most horrific sight
Yes these hunters have become
Intolerably unpleasant
You might say just some
But I believe the meat trade
And the leather traders they
Appear to not care tuppence
as long as its them that pay

Its wickedness personified
Its harrowing to see
These are caring mothers
Tormented dreadfully
So odious and loathsome
Such an egregious way
That we treat breathing natural souls
And we do that everyday

So some arse can chomp on burgers
Or sausages with their chips
And a dose of salmonella
Entering via their lips
In Russia or in Holland
Exporting a disease
Because we care so little
And have no desire to please

It runs right through the industry
From shooters out at night
To the butchering in filthy trucks
No one sees the light
Few will see the martyr’s broken on the rack
Few will feel or see their tears
The invidious attack

This is a dirty business
Its rough and harsh abuse
Of a perfectly beautiful animal
That nature had let loose
A totem thats on the coat of arms
A betrayal so to say
To the ancestral spirits
There is no way they should pay

Those heartless government people
Who simply go along
With the wicked brand of lobbying
They feel that they belong
At Harassing and pestering and infuriating
Those
Exalted ones the Bush Angels
That they say really pose

Problems for Australia
In point of fact I see
Its twerps who run the government
Who really need to be
Sent out in the outback
And left in the hot sun
To realise what they go through
trying to dodge the gun