Four Million Kangaroos they say
In the year of 0 0 nine
They could be murdered by cruel men
And this old heart of mine
It fills with sorrow over this
These icons of our land
Are shot down for the sake of it
To die upon the sand.
They have to shoot each in the head
Authorities, they say
They tell us this be more humane
And this they think’s okay!
Yet a hundred thousand carcasses
Tell us this is not so
These Kangaroos they die in pain
How can men sink so low?
As one travels the north-west roads
These beasts are everywhere
Mowed down by trucks, in death they lie
It isn’t bloody fair
I love these grand Marsupials
They be so beautiful
How can we treat such graceful beasts
So very, very cruel?
16 November 2013 @ 1355hrs.