A morning cup of coffee needed
A gunman oozed a hate exceeded
To change the world by violence sought
A gunman kills two as sorrow wrought
Shed tears for a loving mother’s lost embrace
And a lost partner struck down in a hero's grace
We grieve for our innocence now lost
Our Australian home counts the cost
A sea of flowers to help in the healing
The scent of flowers to heaven appealing
A bride’s bouquet is love’s great hope
Placed to find together a peace to cope.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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