Perfection its out there
\nThe wild ones who be
\nGod given god made
\nFaultless to see
\nThese magnificent animals
\nLeaping away
\nUnder the hot sun
\nOn any day<\/p>\n
Designed for Australia
\nIn every way
\nTheir flawless condition
\nTo watch their display
\nThe great awakening
\nTo those of us who
\nSee who they are
\nAnd all that they do<\/p>\n
The live out extremes
\nIts all part of their way
\nThat realisation
\nHelps them to pay
\nAttention to detail
\nA great entity
\nA true outback angel
\nImmortal and free<\/p>\n
Its make up is powerful
\nIts body is strong
\nAn Indigenous creature
\nThat does belong
\nWhere God and where Nature
\nPut them for they
\nHave the ethic and traits
\nAt the end of the day<\/p>\n
Their lifestyle is stable
\nTheir kinship it be
\nA denominator
\nPerpetuity
\nA brilliant example
\nOf Godliness here
\nToday and forever
\nThat much is clear <\/p>\n
They express their identity
\nUnchanging are they
\nCreative and special
\nA guide so to say
\nA frame of reference
\nAn exemplar too
\nSharing understanding
\nThats what they do<\/p>\n
Designed for extremes
\nThey challenge it well
\nThey grow to a size
\nThey are under a spell
\nOf wonder and magic
\nTheir eminence shows
\nWide ranging across-the-board
\nAnd surely they pose<\/p>\n
An infusion of spirit
\nA soulful embrace
\nA potpourri of power
\nIts all there in their face
\nA great bond with Nature
\nWhere ever they be
\nUnlike the shooters
\nThe scumbags who see<\/p>\n
Images feeding
\nIn lamping regard
\nCaught in the head lights
\nThe night air is scarred
\nBy the whistle of lead
\nAnd the cordite that claims
\nThe crack of the whip
\nThe dryness of lip
\nAnd a great bolt from Hell
\nThat just shames.<\/p>\n
Females gunned down miserably they
\nFall on their youngsters
\nThat bond thrown away
\nA beautiful face
\nBlue sparkling eyes
\nLook up at the shooter
\nWho is in disguise
\nHe is no human
\nA monster he be
\nCollecting the spoils
\nWith his dark infamy<\/p>\n
The baby is shivering
\nThe shooter he throws
\nThe babe on the ground
\nAnd the great God he knows
\nA crushing boot
\nThe joey is gone
\nHis brains in the dust
\nThe Vilest of con<\/p>\n
And it will happen again and again
\nA mothers tears
\nA baby in vain
\nWants more than anything else just to live
\nBut a price far too high
\nFor the shooter to give
\nThe mother dead flesh
\nKROO sausage meat
\nHer skin will be shoes
\nFor your delicate feet
\nFootballers take on the
\nKangaroo skin
\nIt makes their boots feel
\nSupple they win
\nMore with this dead skin
\nThis mother who died
\nWatching her poor baby
\nBleeding inside.<\/p>\n
Australia truly has so lost its way
\nAllowing the assassinations each day
\nThe torture the evil
\nThe unfinished life
\nThe fragmented neglected
\nUndeveloped strife
\nThe bedlam the chaos
\nThe wicked intent
\nThe waste of gods energy
\nSo purposefully spent<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Perfection its out there The wild ones who be God given god made Faultless to see These magnificent animals Leaping away Under the hot sun On any day Designed for Australia In every way Their flawless condition To watch their … Continue reading