Colin F. Jones


A poet cannot divest himself of thought
That instils convictions in his wandering mind
Despite his schooling (all that he was taught)
Can’t be denied nor even be defined.
We take a chance with trust in many things;
We fly with trust the pilot knows the way,
We trust the day to bring what it may bring,
And trust ourselves when we do have our say.
Yet is it trust a soldier has in rank,
Or just an order he is trained to take?
Would he stand idle and face a looming tank?
I think I’d run! And make no fool mistake.
Each one is who he is and makes a choice
And listens, in the end, to his own voice