Our envy their arrogance

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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