Paleface King of the Brumbies killed by malicious stealth and those who hate Australia, its history values and traditions
STOP THE SLAUGHTER
Written by Mandy Fanelli
Can you see the pain
Can you feel the fear
Watching on as others die.
Can you smell the death
Inside that evil place,
The pacing and the racing
One’s heart and mind must face.
The blood drips down the walls
The horrors they could tell,
Every life that is extinguished
As they die a torturous hell.
One day grazing in their home
The next trapped in metal yards,
The instinct to take flight
Left bloody and permanently scarred.
Loaded onto trucks
Secretly taken out the back door,
No rehoming for these precious souls
What awaits is the slaughter floor.
No compassion for these living beings
That once ran like the wind,
No discussion of empathetic routes
Could only be described as sin.
There has to be another way
Where kindred hearts connect,
One that involves the understanding
Of living without regret.
Stop slaughtering our precious Brumbies
There has to be another way,
Stop hurting all the human hearts
You are crushing along the way.
These brumbies are our past
Their future is in doubt,
A Country built on horseback
Has to have some serious clout.
Every Brumby that you kill
Is another stab right to the chest,
Start thinking with your hearts
And common sense will fix the rest.
Photographic credit to Steve Maxwell @ Wildman Film Productions & Focus From Above.
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