Dead kangaroo

Whoever you are
You sit there
The two of you feeling supreme
Before you a soul of magnificence
Lost to a world That cant dream
From an ancestral gifting
His wildness designed
His personal honour all saw
But you wanted a trophy
To show all your mates
The camouflage king in the raw

Shabby abjectness a total betrayal
The arena of lust which is where
That look on your faces
just gives me the creeps
So unimaginative, I Despair
You clearly resented his freedom
To roam
His comradely life I can see
A rebellious contemmptuous
Ignorant couple
Who need a good hiding
To be

Awake to the solemn observance
Of cutting this soul in his prime
The finality of his murder
The triumph that heralded time
The presumption that you had
The chutzpah
To take out a bush angel who
Never did you or your family harm
And there was no reason to do

What you sit gloating and happy about
On social media too
Your faces are marked
In the annals of time
Your churlishness it just shines through
You really are both misanthropic
And you take out your wrath on a soul
You had no thought for his family
Only his death met your goal

A murderer of wild kangaroo’s
Will get his come uppence sooner rather than later