Lets look back
\nBack to when Nature she
\nSet out her palette
\nAnd reality was born
\nIn those moments
\nThe enduring core
\nSolid and tangible
\nWithin the law<\/p>\n
We came into being
\nThe aboriginie
\nWild and conversant
\nWith life, we were free
\nOut there in the forests
\nWere animals too
\nWild souls to run with
\nInherent and true<\/p>\n
Each to their own
\nAs Softly we trod
\nWe learned to respect
\nNature our god
\nAll were connected
\nAll mattered so
\nFrontiers of enchantment
\nWhere ere we did go<\/p>\n
Enormous areas
\nGreat cliffs so high
\nForests of trees
\nUnder a blue sky
\nBoundless the quality
\nAnd intensity
\nOf grandness and grandeur
\nAs far as we could see<\/p>\n
Great animals thundered
\nOver the plains
\nBlood curdling cries
\nThat shattered our veins
\nWe lived in the caves
\nWith the shadows and we
\nEscaped from the heat
\nFeeling that we were free<\/p>\n
Walking upright which gave us
\nA superior stance
\nWe had thoughts we commanded
\nRespect at a glance
\nWildness was everywhere
\nAnd simplicity
\nThe air felt clean
\nAnd unblemished were we<\/p>\n
In the terror we felt
\nWhen the darkness would fall
\nOur palette the rock face
\nLoved by us all
\nPigments we scooped
\nFrom the earth at our feet
\nAnd painted the joys
\nThat we saw as complete
\nB
\nDream time was our time
\nOur thoughts where we
\nSaw imagination
\nBehind every tree
\nThe kangaroo’s
\nThose fearful who came
\nWho leapt and who swept
\nWith their purpose to claim<\/p>\n
We learned by observing
\nTheir unnerving plea
\nHow they loved their children
\nAnd their family
\nEquipped with such talent
\nAnd able to be
\nDistant yet close
\nTo what was history<\/p>\n
Their locomotion
\nAs part of the whole
\nThey possessed such integrity
\nThey knew their role
\nThe call of the wild
\nUndiminished infact
\nAnd inseparable bond
\nIn which to react<\/p>\n
They were feral a strength
\nAstonishing souls
\nThey languished together
\nWith recognised roles
\nFor millenia we flourished
\nDuty bound we
\nTo the earth snd the sky
\nAnd the rivers that be<\/p>\n
The riddle of all riddles
\nThe Kangaroo
\nWhose speed and agility
\nCame into view
\nVividly suited
\nTo our vast terrain
\nTo withstand the great heat
\nAnd enchantingly gain<\/p>\n
Much from the pedigree
\nThey the wild child
\nBorn for the outback
\nIndeed they were wild
\nThey came into the caves
\nSelf sufficient were they
\nInventive and brimming
\nWith joy and with play<\/p>\n
Many centuries passed
\nAnd a realisation
\nThe wild souls around us
\nIn a way our salvation
\nTotems their being
\nWas freeing and we
\nLearned so much from them
\nAnd just loved to see<\/p>\n
They have a fine tuning
\nSoft padded soles
\nThey leap and they sleep
\nThey attain many goals
\nThey are the true natives
\nThe bush angels who
\nLooked after this land
\nThat we share yes they do<\/p>\n
Over millions of years
\nMobs developed to be
\nCentred and focused
\nThe hostility
\nOf the heat and the lack of water
\nAround
\nThey adapted they had to
\nFor out on the ground<\/p>\n
It was almost unbearable
\nWe all need shade
\nThat blanket of coolness
\nThat sometimes is laid
\nOver the earth an expression of care
\nLoved and regarded by all
\nOf us there<\/p>\n
Then the white man arrived
\nWith his arrogance who
\nDemanded attention
\nAnd started to screw
\nThe life out of everyone
\nClearing the trees
\nRaising their cattle and sheep
\nIf you please<\/p>\n
Totally ignorant
\nSelfish as hell
\nHow they resented us
\nWe had that smell
\nOf wildness about us
\nThe bush was our home
\nNomads perhaps
\nBut yes we could roam<\/p>\n
Anywhere really
\nFor we understood
\nThe great ways of Nature
\nAnd all that was good
\nWe lived for each other
\nOur great mother too
\nOur ancestors mattered
\nIn what we all do<\/p>\n
They came with their guns
\nThey seemed callow and green
\nUnfledged and ready
\nTo conquer and wean
\nWe were the primitives
\nDust on our brows
\nFeudal and difficult
\nNothing was ours<\/p>\n
They were the freshness
\nThe battle of youth
\nWe were looked upon
\nAs mostly uncouth
\nLost in a timeliness
\nInopportune
\nWe the indigenous
\nSomehow immune<\/p>\n
To their ways of thinking
\nTo predestined thought
\nThey saw the Kangaroo
\nAs giving sport
\nTo their hunting traditions
\nAnd thus instantly
\nDid murder the roo’s
\nWith primordial glee<\/p>\n
There’s a power and and
\nA mightiness
\nLiving in the wild
\nA learning a burning
\nA spirit each child
\nIs taught how to live
\nIn the out back and be
\nSelf sufficient and able
\nNative will constantly<\/p>\n
Instinctive knowledge
\nThe wild folk possess
\nPlaced by the almighty
\nOur mother no less
\nWe learn from observing
\nAnd ancestral sight
\nThat is our strength
\nAnd that is our right<\/p>\n
The weakness where arrogance
\nHas taken hold
\nWho fails to hold reverence
\nAnd who is cold
\nTo the workings of wisdom
\nTo the great natural world
\nTo its laws and its spirit
\nIn which all are hurled<\/p>\n
Destruction of habitats
\nEnsued and we
\nSoon suffocated
\nThe air constantly
\nFailing as methane
\nRocked into the sky
\nFrom the great herds of cattle
\nWhose numbers were high<\/p>\n
The hard hooves soon damaged
\nTheir grazing did too
\nThe outback the wilderness
\nSuffered a view
\nThe wild souls not able
\nTo quite understand
\nWhy the white man was
\nIgnorant of the red land<\/p>\n
Still to this day
\nThe newcomers feel
\nThey dwell in the cities
\nIn Their great towers of steel
\nTheir feet seldom touch the ground
\nAll wearing shoes
\nThey just cannot feel the outpouring
\nThey lose<\/p>\n
Track of emotions
\nstemming from the earth
\nAnd the wild folk who know
\njust how much worth
\nThe ways of the wind
\nand the souls snd the sky
\nAnd the ancestral knowledge
\nThat came from on high<\/p>\n
The Kangaroo tribes
\nThe reds and the greys
\nWho run with the wind
\nIn the heat in the haze
\nOur iconic relative born just to be
\nPart of the red lands for an eternity
\nAlready we are seeing them shot
\nEverynight
\nMothers with joeys
\nBound in their flight
\nSuffering so being lost to this earth
\nAnd replaced by the cattle
\nWhose immodest worth<\/p>\n
Is to ruin the soil and also the air
\nIs to die in the slaughterhouse
\nSo unaware
\nHaving seen off the wild souls
\nWho got in the way
\nOf the ranchers the farmers
\nWho then made us pay<\/p>\n
The call of the wild
\nThat we represent
\nGiven short shrift
\nAs if we wern’t meant
\nTo be on this earth
\nAnd so they destroy
\nCreatures placed here
\nWho give so much joy<\/p>\n
Millions a year
\nWere shot down at night
\nTheir joeys Are stomped on
\nAs if its their right
\nTo murder and maim
\nThe indigenous who
\nWere guarding this land
\nAlong time before you<\/p>\n
They give this land vigour
\nWith such energy
\nSuch zest and such relish
\nThey need to stay free
\nThey are the stimulus
\nTrenchant and right
\nWho shouldnt be sought out
\nAnd shot dead at night<\/p>\n
Their flesh fed to pet dogs and cats
\nWhat a waste
\nTheir skin becomes shoes
\nAnd belts and a taste
\nFor their flesh their bush meat
\nButchered out in the rough
\nLaden with bugs
\nEnough is enough<\/p>\n
Survey teams flying
\nAnd their estimation
\nWorked into killing sprees
\nAcross the nation
\nTagging the males
\nBut killing them all
\nThe mothers
\nAnd others
\nIt so does appal<\/p>\n
The shooters are true brutes
\nWith no empathy
\nIts all about money
\nThey think they can see
\nBut their eyes are on dollar bills
\nThats their intent
\nMurdering kangaroos
\nAll heaven sent<\/p>\n
Hot blooded bad ass
\nRampant and wrong
\nUnruly slickers
\nWho do not belong
\nEruptive tempers
\nExplosively
\nAngry inside
\nAnd failing to be<\/p>\n
Humane and observant
\nTo bush angel ways
\nThey paid assassins
\nWhose thuggery pays
\nBloodshed and butchery
\nOut on the truck
\nAn annhilation
\nThen passing the buck<\/p>\n
A purpose made abattoir
\nA knackers place
\nOut in the bush
\nWith the moon in your face
\nThe urban guerillas
\nDeprivers of life
\nMurdering joeys
\nWith their boot or a knife<\/p>\n
Its throwback patriarchy
\nFemales shot they
\nAre not getting head shots
\nThey dont pass away
\nSeeing their joeys
\nLost to the world
\nRipped out of their pouch
\nAnd possibly hurled<\/p>\n
Into the darkness
\nSome sexusl thrill
\nAuto erotic from the blood they spill
\nWho can be comfortable with all this pain
\nAs the meat trade then rises
\nFor monetary gain<\/p>\n
Flogging the torture
\nFlogging the need
\nFor joeys and pinkies
\nFor them to just bleed
\nFor their loving mothers
\nTo be butchered and skinned
\nAnd for heads and the offal
\nBloody well binned<\/p>\n
What we do to those guardians
\nThe first people who
\nRan with the wild
\nWho learned what to do
\nOver the millenia
\nThey studied well
\nCreating a heaven
\nOut of the hell<\/p>\n
And now their reward
\nIs a rotten display
\nOf destroying their land
\nAnd making them pay
\nOf killing the wild folk
\nWho equally must
\nBe given their freedom
\nNot our disgust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lets look back Back to when Nature she Set out her palette And reality was born In those moments The enduring core Solid and tangible Within the law We came into being The aboriginie Wild and conversant With life, we … Continue reading