Port Arthur Poem by john mcleish

such a beautiful day
sky so blue
when angels fell
and bullets flew

they say a retard
shot thirty doon
in less than a minute
in port arthur toon

as a boy
i walked these ruins
while the ghosts o' convicts
whispered murder brewing

haunting me
pain washed away
dead mens bones
tortured history

special forces
a psyops clue
when political assassins
come pay their due

nay justice here
there ne'er was
ne'er will be
memories fade memories lost