Colin F. Jones


Through all of time men have donned the cloth,
Defining them as soldiers who do fight,
While others who do nothing, sit and scoff,
While growing rich from the soldier’s plight.
Some hide behind their Gods with righteous voice,
While others tend quietly to their needs,
No matter what they do they have the choice,
Based upon the nation’s laws and creeds.
Yet the right of choice, the right of right it seems,
Depends upon the warriors will to win,
For while he dies and cries and sometimes screams,
The world of choice and right relies on him.
But few do care for his duty is to fight,
Without a choice but with a proud and noble right.