Colin F. Jones

A SINGLE BRUSH

Does not one soldier represent them all,
As does a policeman or a Christian fool,
That one in error means they all must fall?
One mushroom bad makes all a toadstool
Some made protest against an evil war
There’s was a dread that in it we might die
Based on love and a kindness we ignore
That seems now absent from our angry eye
‘Tis oft I hear the veteran cries absurd
Denouncing all those folk who stayed at home
With anguished hearts part not of the herd
Who in their frenzy would no shame condone?
There is the point when people, like its troops
Are made the scapegoats for sweet government fruits