Memories of Lockdownunder - Sydney

As around me the battle rages misreported in the daily pages, lockdown in Sydney town as they silence the beat of the feet walking down George street no longer people allowed to meet, light rail a snail, no bars, no cars, don't go too far and take care to scare at every case, you have a defined place in this race, you must submit to the greater good dictated by the robe and hood.
Isolate and cover your face look children playing what a disgrace, video conference wedding attended, sense of occasion mortally offended, along the beach signs say no running yet you're still allowed to go to Bunnings
Inconsistences abound as they drive small business into the ground, and for what?
To mandate a shot? Gates and his mates mates loading their plates, licking their lips at inflated infection rates, this is the new normal they like to repeat, Orwellian mantra short and sweet as common sense beats a hasty retreat.

Some know it's bullshit we know it's a lie but powereless we watch the economy die and wonder if this time they've just gone too far no longer possible to lower the bar, they've hit rock bottom and nowhere to go as people begin to swim against the flow and understand that the whole thing was planned.
Fauchi looking grouchy he's had a bad day the deathrates just not going his way, we only know a fraction of the overreaction so far but already no longer held up as a star, there's more to this than meets the eye more and more people start to cry. It started a whisper the truth now a roar a hurricane wind blowing straight through the door, we know there's more, we're not the same public you've tricked before, we'll dig for the answers, we'llrummage the bin, all lined up behind General Flynn.