Killer by the Wayside The black eyes speak of a hideous evil That's about to attack The slight frown Shows a mind that knows no love Only hatred, bitterness and destruction Live in his world So much distraught He has brought Into our world But like others before him We shall turn it into some kind of sick legacy World-famous in just two short hours Who's the criminal here ~ He or we? Anxiously, minute by minute Hour after hour We wait for the news.... Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he do it? What kind of childhood did he have? Dissect him, inspect him Like a laboratory rat! We are no better who feed on his creed What about the victims left? Do we really care? No we don't! We feign support.... But all the while.... We breathe a sigh of relief Rather them than me ~ Who are we calling sick and twisted? � Elizabeth 30th April, 1996 "This was written about the world-famous Port Arthur Massacre from 28th April 1996 when a lone gunman shot and killed 35 people visiting the Historic site and others. Here in Australia it is all we heard from the moment he started firing till the moment the police caught him in a Bed and Breakfast where he also killed the owners, burning the B&B to the ground. And we sat by the TV or radio, waiting to hear more juicy details about the man and his victims! With the anger and pain of my brother Peter's death still raw from a few weeks before, I was angry again at the media and their hunger for more details into the mind of Martin Bryant. And in all, two little girls and their mother were amongst the dead, leaving the husband and father without a family. The media had to dissect him too! Why couldn't they let him grieve in peace? Why?"