I looked with interest of the photograph of him
In a prison for life and to see he's kept in
It’s good to see he hasn’t weathered well
Let him be left in his private hell
I think of the people he slaughtered at Port Arthur
And I weep for them whose life did not go farther
Most of all those little girls he chased and shot
We cannot go back and change what they got
But rot in Hell
Is for Martin Bryant to forever dwell.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how hard would it be to love that guy?