Colin F. Jones


But who were they who suffered most,
Who suffer still from coast to coast,
Who lost their kin and home and land,
Who still walk the streets of reprimand?
Who see the flames and smoke the fire,
Rise from their monumental spire;
Who fear to leave their burnt out homes,
Who hear shooting in the night and moans?
Who cares for the weeping mothers there,
With whom do we our own compare;
Ours are the scenes we briefly saw,
But for them it never ends; the war,
That words are not enough to say…
That what we feel… well so do they.