Fragments Poem by Paul Warren

A girl with her hand brushes her hair away
Across her face in just that way
As it renders an image of another girl who's dead
A young life out of control from a nightmare led

A baby cries loudly as a mother cares for it gently
Reminding me of a summer's day which went differently
This baby cries for a mother in the pokies occupied
Gambling more important as nurture denied

My own child smiles and reaches for me
As I give a father's love so easily
But I remember a father in lust not held back
When he used her for himself as a matter of fact

So an American professor thinks we all should die
As he sips coffee in his office as radical thoughts fly by
And we the thin blue line somewhat eaten away
Know what the world is like as we kept it at bay

But fragments of life do surface again
Intruding on our lives so hard to defend
Hurtful words are easily said
When you don't have any thoughts you dread.

© Paul Warren Poetry