Paul Warren Poems

When your light comes shining through
It's from your eyes and heartfelt too
You will see the truth of it all
There is no hiding it's call
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As When the Great War started he was in line
To be a six bob a day tourist he was inclined
So he joined up and went home to his love
And when she heard it she prayed to God above
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We dance together swaying to the musical display
Whilst the soul-full bass guitar is in a perfect play
The lights are low and we are alone in the room
The night and the music in an unending swoon
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The clouds drift across
The wind blows the rain through
Life returns again
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Our soldiers wear it proudly on their chest
And it makes them stand out from the rest
It is only given to soldiers who have been in combat
With laurels and a bayonet in bronze with a pin on the back
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The decision was made
As it is the end of the matter
Further discussion will not fade
As it is the end of the matter
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How do we feel safe in this modern world?
Can we now walk in public and not be felled?
When looking to find safety is it better that I don't know?
And live in bliss with no apprehension to show
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What goes on in the shadows that isn't seen
There are secrets that if known would be obscene
Are there sniggers by groups who want what they shouldn't
And when they are caught when they think that they couldn't
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Australian aborigines do not see time in a straight line
They see the seasons connecting each other in their mind
And know when to hunt and when to gather
Being tied to the land and its spirit did matter
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The local aborigine men were sitting in a circle close by
And they chanted their sacred songs up to the azure sky
The singing of their songs stirred the land and their dreaming made
And they say during this sacred time lost spirits were appearing in their glade
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