Colin F. Jones


Blood Money for selling simple verse?
Good God what you must think of he
Who replicates an undertaker’s hearse
For not giving all his time away for free?
Oh how the noble satisfied speak so bold
Who need no coinage to obtain their daily bread.
Who so righteous mock each important story told
That speaks about our glorious soldiers dead?
How does a book, unbound, reach eager hands
That has no fee to give such history form?
Or does the writer set his own demands
That only those with money can afford?
Not all have computers in their little tents
And some do write to earn some useful cents.