Colin F. Jones

BEYOND THE SILENCE OF THE GUN

What do we have that we might cope,
Without love and faith; friends and hope,
And the simple dream that heaven awaits,
All those on Earth life aggravates.
All living things fight to survive,
Doing what it takes to stay alive,
Yet while disease doth feed on me,
My kin folk thrive for they are free.
Yet on the battlefield where they lie,
The seeds of brothers all wasted die,
Where dreams are lost in fiery Hell,
All faith and hope destroyed by shell,
Leaving emptiness for they have gone,
Beyond the silence of the gun.