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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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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If we don't want to fight
Why do we make weapons so right
And we plot and scheme
About defeating an enemy as our dream
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Words can be hurtful
The same words can heal as well
Which do you choose now
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