Paul Warren Poems

Stay and have your say
There is no need to run away
For to leave will mean they win
And you have to begin again
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This story is one of great rapport
About a boy and a pasty long told evermore
And an auntie who really couldn't cook
Who made a pasty right out of a cook book
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Just slide along
No-one will notice
The herd is going your way
They won't even know
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She was so lonely it touched her soul
At night when the lights were out
All she could do was toss and turn
Thinking of what might have been
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Alfred the beetle like to eat
Finding a nice crumb made his morning complete
So he would scurry and tarry about
Looking for food and was happy to sing and shout
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The gray is more than less
And the feelings are not always for the best
Each utterance permeates through
As thought reaches a crescendo too
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The rain trickles down
Slowly on grimy gutters found
But the sun will shine again
As a promise made without end
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A tiny touch within a mother's hand
With bullets flying from a terrorist stand
The hands now cold never warm again
Their only crime as Muslim family and friends
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Hate-speak wins again
Unarmed people shot unable to defend
As they pray together in their Mosque
How can you add up this cost?
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I'm just waitin' on the sun
A warm hope for having fun
Crystal blue sea on Coles Bay
Lapping the water's edge all day
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