Innocents Poem by Paul Warren

A tiny touch within a mother's hand
With bullets flying from a terrorist stand
The hands now cold never warm again
Their only crime as Muslim family and friends

For those who lie on a bloody Mosque floor
Extremist views demonstrated forever more
A right wing terrorist his statement made
That won't from our memories fast fade

How can these lives be repaired
As the world stood by and stared
So we wonder now the deed is done
How can we give peace a chance for everyone.

© Paul Warren Poetry