Inciting "animosity" in Tasmania could become an offence under proposed new laws and attract two years' imprisonment.
Consultation: State changes to punishable offender's actions.
Anyone found guilty of inciting anger which has the propensity of turning violent may be jailed for up to two years.
It's extreme to the utmost and should be consulted out of exitance.
Tasmania
The moment I set foot on that beautiful isle
I felt so at home I just had to smile
Like going back in time and still so pristine
My heart skipped a beat and set the scene
Such contrasting landscapes to behold
Nothing to dislike not even the cold
Windswept beaches to snow capped peaks
Fish laden lakes and mountain creeks
With rainforests among the oldest on earth
I treasured my time there for all it was worth
I knew when I left there I would come back again
I did to my new home forever to remain
in a time long ago
i was just two leaves growing so slow
looking for an open space
to grow my branches at my pace
dreaming of the giant i would become
if i only can catch some light and sun
mountain ash is my name
i am a king in my domain
i seek the light and grow so tall
for a thousand years before i fall
no other tree ,flowers as tall as me
guarding the forest as time passes bye
i am a soldier reaching the sky
i have seen a time you will never know
one thousand years i have seen it snow
sharing my space with others of my kind
we have lived forever in the dream time
we are not wood chip just for you
we are a species old and new
allow us to live ,as we were meant to be
as the Tasmanian giant for the world to see
i am mountain ash
Cool thoughts plopped into
moving waves of uneven
motions transverse beam
( I've never been to Tasmania but a photograph of the sea water inside the cave inspired me to write a haiku. )
Tasmania
Wool of the sheep in Tasmania is full of soot a fire has
destroyed the farms they belonged to. They have gone
feral now grazing where there is any grass left…
In a country where insensitive incomers stupidly killed
off the Tasmanian tiger, sheep are safe, no predators,
but man. Tasmania, this land of bungalows, sheep and
white immigrants seeking an Eden sans fear, then came
the big fire and people had to flee into the sea to avoid
getting burned. I was in Hobart once, it must be classed
as the most boring town in the world; and to my utter
disgust they sold margarine made of sheep´s fat. Think
of if fish & chips cooked in THAT FAT. People who live in
a secure society do not improve their culinary taste or
and their culture ,tend to be provincial and they love fat
sheep meat; an adoration which is typical for a people
who lives in a cultural cocoon.
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