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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The arrow struck with a sickening thud Piercing the neck with a spurt of blood. Searing pain with anguish shrill The wound severe, but did not kill The baby kangaroo reeled, and fell Into an agonizing Hell. An arrow, through the neck, half out the other. A look of horror from his mother. Strange instinct told that Man had the power To save him in his desperate hour. For days he staggered through bush and plain With one thought in his aching brain To reach the streets of Sydney City In search of help. In search of pity Brave Baby! How did you know You could trust man, who had hurt you so? You did not run. You did not flinch You stood your ground, did not yield an inch When they came with a cage to take you away. You did not know if this was your last day Or whether in some far flung Zoo You would be a captive kangaroo But man with kindness, and great skill Removed the arrow that was meant to kill. The wound soon healed and the decision made To return the Baby to where he once played. How can a Man have a heart so savage Thinking it fun to ravage The body of a defenceless baby with an arrow? This cruelty fills one with horror. Lord! I know you have the power to take revenge And have many ways to avenge The pain and horror of this deed. But the Bowman needs help His soul is sick, it needs repair Teach him to love, teach him to care.
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