Howdydoo.... hope all is well with everyone and still staying safe.  
Looks like the country will be remaining under Border  restrictions for a while longer yet. Absolute stupidity is all I can say re the protests, the organisers need to be taken to task, fined, locked up, or even exported to China, and , might I add, the State Governments need to stand up and be counted, looks like its one law for some and not for others, seems the lefties have the "right of way" through out this pandemic, have the Health Ministers lost control?  It's incredulously ridiculous that thousands can gather and protest side by side, when the rest of us (Golfers) are restricted to one person per golf cart , when will commonsense begin to prevail? how long do we have to wait? 
Kudos to the Federal Government for how it has handled the pandemic, Australia must be a sparkling  diamond  in the eyes of the rest of the World, lets not allow the few who want to cloud the results with riots, if they wish to protest, protest peacefully!!

Following is a poem I penned way back in 1996, I have tried to describe the events of Port Arthur as I imagined. 

Just recently there has been more public mentions of the massacre being a furphy and not committed by the guilty, but a Government cover up, just who comes up with these ridiculously obnoxious ideas, they must be living in a different world than the Justice System and the rest of us,  maybe been  watching too many movie massacres on the tv, it's about time the "demoniac's" curled up on their lounge and found freedom from their disorder.

I do hope my poem does not offend anyone.... 

Ode to Port Arthur...1996

The day it dawned quite overcast

A shroud of fog lay low,

A day for which the aftermath

From our hearts will never flow,

An aftermath which has left us

All feeling so forlorn,

A day when the ghosts of Port Arthur

Gather at our sides........to mourn.

Into Old Port Arthur Town

Many people made their way,

Who could ever contemplate?

What was in store for them this day?

Arm in arm....hand in hand

They strolled the Convict site,

With visions of those ghastly forms

Roaming the ruins throughout the night.

But the stillness of this autumn day

Was shattered by reverberating sound,

This was followed by savage slaughter

As bodies crumpled to the ground,

Were we in a War zone?

Or watching Thespians at play?

Our questions were soon answered

As the gun smoke cleared away.

Where had this Demon come from?

He, who fired this lethal volley,

What ever had possessed him?

To commit this bloody folly,

A man so crazed that he was blind

To the beauties of this world,

Was he blind to those atrocities?

Which on this day unfurled?

Yes, this day was made for Heroes

As other Heroes had gone before,

Port Arthur had a host of Heroes

Lying....dying....on the floor,

On the Killing Fields of Port Arthur

The old horrors are reborn,

As now, the Ghosts of Old Port Arthur

Gather at our sides to mourn.

Darrell B. Parker

The Bush Poet of Kalangadoo

8/5/96