Words from a kangaroo stoned to death at a zoo
I used to live on a vast land,
With plenty of water and grasses on hand.
I used to co-exist with animals that were friendly,
And people who treated me nicely.
I had parents and a happy family,
I didn't have any worries and could run freely.
I love that place that is not part of Asia,
It is a great country called Australia.
Since I was brought here against my will,
I had been living in this country that was no thrill.
I could not eat or play well,
I lived in a tiny dirty cell.
I had to entertain the crowd each and every day.
They came to see me from all over the country, near the zoo and far away.
They wanted to see me jump,
And when I couldn't they started to grump.
I was in neither the mood nor the shape to act,
I was always terrified as a matter of fact.
They started to yell at me, jump, jump, jump,
They became angry when I could only stump.
Unable to get what they wanted from me,
They started to act like nothing you wanted to hear or see.
They threw things at me, first rocks and then bricks,
Whatever they could get their hands on to get me to do the tricks.
They did not care when I started to bleed.
They did not care because they thought I was of a lower breed.
They threw, and threw, and threw some more,
Until my blood flew all over the floor.
They did not leave me alone until I died.
They left without saying a prayer to find a place to hide.
I wish that they could have said a prayer for me,
A payer for my soul to return to my homeland across the sea.
