Imprisoned
Dan and Steve's armour is on display in the police
museum in Melbourne. The wrongness of that is almost palpable. I hated that
place, hated the fact that they were there in the very midst of the ones that
had done them so much harm. I am not condemning anyone that is a member of the
service today not at all. It was more that around them was exhibits expounding
the great deeds of those that hunted them. It was an awful experience and I
could not wait to get outside. The armour should be in a neutral place, the
library with Ned's and I do hope that this one day does come to pass.
Metal armour encased in
glass
Long have we been gone
But the very air is thick
Our fear and
anger still felt
Trapped in a place that we despise
This is no home
for our final suit
Not our Sunday best
But a coat that shone
Knights we
were to be
Fighting for a better place
Clad in steel but two so very
alone
The surprise in Joe’s eyes as he went
Made our breath catch in our
throats
He was invincible
And they had taken him too
And Ned gone
fearless into the night
Taking the fight to them
Saying he would be
back
To not be afraid that he would return
But his voice went
silent
Now just two and filled with fear
Then resolve and
compassion
For each other, our mate
So choices were made
And with
shaking hands it was done
There was no choking smoke
Or singeing
flames
Souls gone from those charred remains
And they took this steel that
was ours
It does not belong here
This place of coppers and lies
Of
twisted stories told to protect their own
Truth is all we want
And for our
armour to be home
With that of our brother’s, our leader’s
Our
Ned’s