Colin F. Jones


Look man, he flogs my kid,
who don’t want to lie down,
He makes my helpless heart feel sick,
gives my face a frown.
What can I do? It’s me he’d kill,
if I chose to help my kid,
And then he’d kick my son to death,
just for the fun of it.
He wears black boots and soldier clothes,
that hides the man he is,
And he’ll go home and claim it Hell
and live in favoured bliss.
… and we left here can’t ever tell,
that he is full of piss.