This being
\nThe case
\nThe great human race
\nCan never keep pace
\nWith the ROO
\nBeing too far ahead
\nIts true lots are dead
\nBut idealism won through<\/p>\n
An undenible fact
\nSo many react
\nStubbornly brutishly
\nThey
\nHave been soldiers and sailors
\nForgers and slavery masters
\nAnd many did say<\/p>\n
This strange kind of handsome
\nMarsupial soul
\nStands on his two feet
\nExerting control
\nMobs of them everywhere
\nRunning the roost
\nEnduring immortal
\nBut giving a boost<\/p>\n
To the right kind of energy
\nWhich everyone saw
\nWas a confident beast
\nWith a heart to adore
\nInvaders the lot of them
\nSeeking the Roo
\nNone of them sure
\nJust What they could do<\/p>\n
They ate grass
\nSo probably would be a way
\nOf eating enough
\nAt the end of the day
\nThey were wild in profusion
\nAnd managed their life
\nNo need for farming
\nThey never knew strife<\/p>\n
John Gore had the name
\nAnd lived up to it too
\nMurdering ROo’s
\nThats what they all do
\nTurn them to blood
\nHe didnt do tears
\nThose kind of men
\nKnew nothing of fears<\/p>\n
All of the names
\nMighty men from abroad
\nCame with their ships
\nWith their Muskets and sword
\nSaw the great mobs
\nThe blur in the sky
\nFull of true substance
\nAnd wondering why<\/p>\n
Soldiers and sailors
\nAnd royalty they
\nTried very hard
\nTo blow Roo’s Way
\nEveryone looked at them
\nJust as a pest
\nSomething to shoot at
\nBut not to invest<\/p>\n
Anytime any thought
\nReally any care
\nClearly these mobs
\nwere meant to be there
\nTo be hunted and ravaged
\nAnd murdered at will
\nTo be chased not to eat
\nfor the spirit and to kill<\/p>\n
Painters caught on pretty quickly
\nAnd they
\ngot the roo’s on the canvas
\nWithout much delay
\nHunting scenes proferred
\nBut fame spread as well
\nAnd the fine western gentlemen
\nImported their hell<\/p>\n
Darwin and keplell and trollope
\nAll came
\nTo pick up their muskets
\nAnd level their aim
\nThe indigenous angels
\nWere targets for sure
\nAnd many were cut down
\nIn the white mans war<\/p>\n
A national symbol
\nA unique soul
\nFound its way almost everywhere
\nTaking the role
\nOf pestilence surely
\nA braggart at best
\nWho was up to the lot of them
\nAnd still could test<\/p>\n
Not much has changed
\nThrough the passage of time
\nPoets and painters
\nHave all made the climb
\nIn prose and in oils
\nIn ochres and paints
\nIn dyes & botanical inks
\nSome now saints<\/p>\n
Recording through history
\nOn rocks and caves
\nOn totemic hearts
\nAnd the dream time
\nWhere braves
\nWhere whole tribes have wandered
\nThe bush and exclaimed
\nThe value of wildness
\nAnd not being tamed<\/p>\n
To this day to this age
\nStill the weak minded will
\nOf the meat trading fading
\nAnd the great farmer swill
\nTried to change the ratio
\nKilling the wild
\nIntroducing the farmed
\nThough without any style<\/p>\n
Compassion the natural world
\nHad it in tonnes
\nBut the new found communities
\nFathers and sons
\nAnd the corporatocracy
\nRulers by right
\nWho steal through the heavens
\nAnd charge for the light<\/p>\n
Had little respect for their charges
\nAs they
\nAbused them in droves
\nand then Sent them away
\nTo be slaughtered and turned into
\nMeat for those who
\nliked blocking intestines
\nAnd using the loo<\/p>\n
Not so often apparently
\nTheir constipation their bloody piles
\nWere the talk of the nation
\nAll that red meat and the hormones
\nAs such
\nThe roundup the pesticides using so much
\nThe cruelty aspects were everywhere
\nAnd animals rights
\nUsed their hearts And their care<\/p>\n
Live exports were ovens where live
\nSouls were cooked
\nShooters were given free reign
\nNone were booked
\nAgain the great mobs
\nWere the reason for drought
\nNot the millions of gallons of frack water
\nOut
\nOf the artesian well and the pipes everywhere
\nMillions of gallons no live soul could share
\nNever not ever wasted for good
\nFor the energy source
\nThat nobody would<\/p>\n
Truly indulge in what we all need
\nIs clean air and clean water
\nFor us to succeed.
\nand we are allowing
\nthe grey suits and Co
\nTo openly steal from us
\nAnd watch it go
\nAnd its so rotten toxic
\nNo animal can
\nno human not ever
\nIts all down the pan<\/p>\n
But despite all these larcenists
\nAnd spivvs that abound
\nIts the Roo’s fault
\nBlame them shoot then any now found
\nGo with the meat trade
\nAbusive as hell
\nSo much water they waste
\nFor the flesh that they sell<\/p>\n
Blame the Roo shoot the buggers
\nGive hand outs to man
\nWho are wasters of energy water and when
\nThe shit hits the fan
\nAnd the farmers all scream
\nIts hand outs all round
\nAnd employ a team
\nOf shooters and murder our saintly Roo’s
\nWho were there before us and
\nAre truly good news<\/p>\n
But nobody sees it
\nAnd nobody will
\nGet the adani coal mine chugging
\nAnd still
\nthe reason for climate change
\nWatch it and see
\nThe fracking give backing
\nAnd one day you’ll be
\nEnjoying the earthquakes
\nAnd the toxic air
\nWith no water to drink
\nJust crates of despair<\/p>\n
And do you know something
\nWhen it happens one day
\nYou can turn to the aboriginie and say
\nWhere is the water and where is the air
\nAnd Where are the Roo’s
\nOh its all so unfair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This being The case The great human race Can never keep pace With the ROO Being too far ahead Its true lots are dead But idealism won through An undenible fact So many react Stubbornly brutishly They Have been soldiers … Continue reading