Colin F. Jones


I do not write to prove another wrong,
But to reveal the words lost from the biased song,
To state a view that sparks another flame,
To make you think, that you might look again.
I have no cause, no ego to expand,
I seek no fame, no glory fine and grand,
It matters not if what I write is read,
My verse demeaned; no tear from me is shed.
What is the point? Why does a river flow…?
You cannot change one fact of life you know!
Men fight to prove what they already know,
And strut their stuff and proudly puff and blow,
To please the woman they, by it, oft attract,
All one big brazen self important act.
And off they go thinking they can’t die,
It’s wars that reveal in fact all men can cry.