Colin F. Jones

ALL THE SOLDIERS EVERYWHERE

Is not our wealth measured by the poor,
For they labour at the rich man’s door?
Indeed our soiled and tattered rags
Provide the material for our flags.
Do not Generals steal the soldier’s fame
From whence their famous knowledge came?
And those who walk in heavy boots
See not the sniper as he shoots.
Nor does he see what he can’t hear
Though ignored advisers gather near.
Yet politicians for themselves do vote
Like Cardinals as their Gods they quote
While all the soldiers everywhere
Die for those who do not care.