Wallaby on the bone
\nWallaby mince
\nPurveyors are everywhere
\nWaiting to convince
\nThe public at large
\nNutritionally
\nThat dead flesh
\nIs good tasting and principally
\nGame meat, exotic
\nFor people and pets
\nAnd a vast mortality
\nReally that sets<\/p>\n
Badly on numbers
\nShooters out there
\nWho have to get close at night
\nMany don\u2019t care
\nThey shoot from a distance
\nDespite head shot need
\nOn animals truthfully
\nTrying to feed<\/p>\n
On King Island
\nOne guy kills most of them there
\nThough farmers are at it too
\nTheir wing and prayer
\nMoney to be made
\nFrom the meat traders who
\nFlog it into the stores
\nFor people like you<\/p>\n
Taken in by the spiel
\nHow exotic it be
\nThe torment the abuse
\nThe cruelty
\nShot down whilst your eating
\nIn front of your friends
\nYour joeys decapitated
\nThat\u2019s how life ends<\/p>\n
In the dirt and the dust
\nBlow flies everywhere
\nDead bodies are butchered
\nBy the unaware
\nPiled on a truck
\nPaws and necks drag the floor
\nStained with old blood and new
\nAnd some antique gore<\/p>\n
Use of old shipping containers
\nTo chill
\nNo air circulation
\nTight storage and still
\nThey promise the earth
\nWhere few folk will see
\nThe bugs and the flies
\nAnd dirt that there be<\/p>\n
Salmonella and E Coli
\nAre rife to be sure
\nWe are struggling with viruses
\nNow more and more
\nToxoplasmosis
\nPathogens too
\nWe are digging our own graves
\nAnd killing souls who<\/p>\n
Have a place in the wilds
\nGifted by GOD
\nBy the great Mother Nature
\nCreation shod
\nPlanted our lands
\nWith these wonderful souls
\nWho give back a lot
\nWith their natural roles<\/p>\n
But commerce sees
\nLife forms
\nIn its weird way
\nSomething to abuse
\nAnd be made to pay
\nFor tonnes of dead flesh
\nOn the bone or as mince
\nFor human consumption
\nAnd for pets
\nEver since<\/p>\n
They seemingly
\nGet a better deal
\nLess fat than from Beef
\nSo better appeal
\nBut it must be realised
\nDogs suffer they
\nGet thiamine deficiency
\nYes anyway<\/p>\n
Australia gifted
\nMarsupial magic
\nIconic souls
\nBut sadly how tragic
\nAustralian MEAT TRADE
\nSee victims where they
\nCan supplement the ungulate grade
\nAnd still say<\/p>\n
Our dead flesh is healthy
\nWhilst selling the BEEF the LAMB
\nAnd the PORK
\nDo they walk their talk?
\nIt\u2019s all about money
\nAnd profit and more
\nNot a prophet in sight
\nThey all trash Natural Law<\/p>\n
So called game meat
\nYes DEAD FLESH it be
\nBeautiful animals all wild and free
\nPut there by the spark of creation and she
\nGave back to the outback what was the key
\nTo survival the biosphere
\nAnd the connections she made
\nMany unknown by the dead flesh brigade<\/p>\n
They just see the balance sheet
\nProfit and loss
\nAnother Land Rover
\nThey don\u2019t give a toss
\nAbout how we maintain the outback
\nAnd say
\nIt will be there
\nForever that way<\/p>\n
60,000 years ago
\nLook on the rocks
\nAborginine paintings
\nThe secret unlocks
\nPictures of ROOS
\nOf Goannas and more
\nNot bloody shooters
\nWith their private war!<\/p>\n
Listen to sense
\nThat is what I write here
\nWallaby dead flesh
\nYes folk I fear
\nWith the bush fires
\nThe animals slaughtered
\nWe still
\nGo out in the darkness
\nThe wild shoot to kill<\/p>\n
Nobody supervises out there
\nWhat they do
\nIt\u2019s done in the dark
\nIn the dirt yes it\u2019s true
\nHead shots in the dark?
\nTell me a story
\nThis murdering trade
\nThere is little glory<\/p>\n
It\u2019s abuse of the wild ones
\nWho need to feed
\nAnd rest in the darkness
\nThat how they succeed
\nBeing shot by some
\nA couple of hours trained
\nWho shoots
\nFor money for beer
\nAnd then bloody scoots<\/p>\n
To me this is awful
\nI winge, course I do
\nAll the bush fires and viruses
\nI takes the view
\nKilling the wild ones
\nWho have lived all these years
\nIs raising the karma
\nRaising the fears
\nRaising the ugliness
\nSpreading the lies
\nAnd it\u2019s got to be stopped
\nWe must Now realise<\/p>\n
They are not fodder
\nTo be murdered like that
\nMiracle joeys babies just at
\nA baby stage beaten to death
\nOr left for the eagles
\nIt\u2019s wrong with what breath
\nI have left in me I scream loud and clear
\nLeave the wild souls alone
\nOr be sure wild spread fear<\/p>\n
Will emanate swiftly
\nAll around the world
\nWhat you are doing
\nAll of it hurled
\nInto a maelstrom of killing and pain
\nIt is wrong it is is wrong<\/p>\n
It\u2019s completely insane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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