Category Archives: Australia and the epic journeys

i do not trust The aerial count of Kangaroo’s No not at all Its biased It is never independent And the views Of shooters farmers And the trade Is it becomes Their base for the numbers that then can be … Continue reading →

The unconsciousness the The absence of intellect Thats there Unenlightened and injudicious Bringing me such despair Woefully irrelevant A jaundiced eye on view Short termism and a cliquishness That breaks my heart in two The selfishness within them The over … Continue reading →

The miracle that is Nature The actuality It has to be undeniable The materiality A tiny pink creation A peanut so to say Blind and almost limbless Has to make its way Upwards some six inches To where the nipples … Continue reading →

I want you that is all of you To really think it through 3 million highly social wild souls Murdered by a crew Of shooters some are licensed Like James Bond was, but he Was fiction, not so here For … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

The Kangaroo genetically Is programmed to create An ongoing superiority Increasing at a rate Of knots Raising expectancy Of survival at its root A peanut and another and a joey There to loot The limited resources that the Mother can … Continue reading →

Bush angels were designed Centuries ago And the indigenous have respected them And watched them as they grow Clearly a living model A matrix in a way Designed to work the outback An exemplar so to say Their inventiveness is … Continue reading →

What swollen headed businessmen Create pomposity Are unconcerned and indifferent To the methods that now be Utilized in the harvesting Of the iconic kangaroo’s Who are taken out in the dead of night And then they just refuse To give … Continue reading →

Its tangible its solid Its home inside my mothers pouch Bounding freely through the bush As angels often do A phenomenal experience A closeness born of nature That inner strength created That inherently is true The embodiment of life itself … Continue reading →

To hoteliers offering Kangaroo steak Where are your hearts You are surely the fake The iconic roo’s The Australians who Ran with the sun on their backs Before you They live out in Nature Bush angels they be they appear … Continue reading →

A million young joeys Are murdered each year Violence and frenzy the fury the fear Vandals assassins neanderthals, they Purport to be hunters caught up in the sway The vehement barbarous bad-ass brigade Eruptive inflammatory rampant tirade Such vengeance on … Continue reading →