Paul Warren Poems

In judgement’s call a parchment list revealed
Of deeds indefensible and innocence congealed
A baby left all alone in an oppressive heat
The mother’s denial was for herself to secrete
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Hot days and cool nights
Perfect Australian weather
The Great Southern Land
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Gazing out on an aqua blue sea on a golden sunny day
With a cool breeze in your face is such a happy stay
As the surf rolls to the beach the children happily play
With boats anchored out to the horizon in a fishing display
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On the dusty table there sat
Dirty cups and plates and other nick-nats
Swept across the table was a book
That had news clippings worth a look
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So strange to want these things

A sweet cool breeze
On a warm summer's day
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What was I yesterday
Was I the same as today
Each little thing
That made me sing
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What did we learn from the stories of our youth?
They were so innocent and never uncouth
There were heroes who always won
And the villains in the end all come undone
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Gordon Loft was a traffic officer working radar duty
Whose wife and daughter was in a family beauty
His crew were operating the radar on Gorge road
And detected an offender in speeding car mode
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A man demanding white supremacy stands with a gun
Church goers cower as bullets speak their evil done
A grand-mother, coach and preacher breathe their last
Tears are not enough surely the day of the gun has past
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Words can be hurtful
The same words can heal as well
Which do you choose now
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