Colin F. Jones


It is irrelevant; the foul word war
it means killing and nothing more;
legal slaughter to cull the breed,
to clear more ground to plant new seed.
We may not look at it in this way,
But killing to live is here to stay.
The most powerful bull must lead the herd,
Because two headed Rams are absurd;
And wow ain’t it so grand…
Ruling over all that land,
From the desert to the sea,
Everybody thinking they are free…
Until again we hear the roar,
As the new challenger starts a war.