Fragments

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