Colin F. Jones


Are we not as friends so much like,
The nations of the Earth,
Who argue what we think is right,
And valuate its worth.

And is it not a fact that we,
Do seldom all agree,
That when our anger dies away,
We agree to disagree.

But in the end someone must do
What from it must be done;
Though most or less or just a few,
Would not perhaps have won.

So from the argument he who rules,
Because his power is great,
Assembles all his given tools,
And decides the final fate.