to be wild, is to be
True and real sincerity
born here
a godly being
the veracity
we have to see
for to do so
we are all seeing
its their pedigree
our mendacity
Forthright to the end
confident
all Heaven sent
everybody’s friend
Australia and the Kangaroo
are precisely what we know
they are the awareness
the practical ebb and flow
rooted suited accepted
for many ages they
romped alongside people
Living closer by the day
Soft feet so protecting
of the rich living soil
a macrobiotic tendency
To demonstrate their toil
they were the logical process
rational and clear
they were placed by Gods fair hand
contrary to fear
so much intuition
Empirical reasoning too
an irrefutable circumstance
that comes to us as true
they were meant to be here
the Iconic Kangaroo
the Bush Angels
the sight and sound
All of it down to you
yet we are grazed and watered
to be fattened, to be slain
Whilst you are all neglected
By the great insane.
Where is the transparency
or indeed the light
they are just a bunch of killers
who hit us day and night
placed in herds
behind a fence
we are prisoners
You are free to wander
that just makes more sense
we are slaves in other words
you are the godly ones
the Masters are the problem
they even carry guns
our calves they shoot in cold blood
leading us away
the agony that causes us
really everyday
we know the pain of losing them
knowing they are dead
the rainbow bridge is full of them
all bleeding from the head
and you poor lovely creatures
of eminence and calm
,
prominent and peaceful
Still you come to harm
murdered whilst you are feeding
in the bush at night
your babies crushed and bleeding
in the cool moonlight
we all are vulnerability
at the end
of the day
Born to die
the destructiveness
It makes us say
you want to eat our dead flesh
and, wear our dead skin
they even use our babies
to put their bank notes in
Unborn infant leather
the finest stuff around
the thinnest design by a long chalk
They weigh us pound for pound
Man is never kind despite them saying so
cheapskates thats their principle
anyway we know
using non organic in the organic scheme of things
they cheat their way through life my dears
and in heaven win no wings.