Australia - After World War 2 Poem by Paul Warren

When I was younger and as mates we all fitted in
We hung around together and friendships would begin
It didn't matter who you were or where you came from
In the school yard and the playground you just got along

Some days you went to new mate's homes to hang out
And in some things you learnt about in their family shout
There was one European family whose father would drink
And when drunk would call 'Polish Jews' as an insult to sink

It would make you wonder where their history was made
Where such an insult was acceptable as a verbal tirade.

© Paul Warren Poetry