Colin F. Jones


All life is temporary; nothing is made to last,
even memories, that dwell in the past.
There is one earth all life must share,
and death rot and growth is everywhere.
Man carves it up into realms and states,
scented borders causing long debates.
For man on man forever wages wars;
Tigers lack the numbers thus the claws;
all dogs will eat another dog’s meal first;
all leaders will by lesser folk be cursed.
For the nature of this thing that we call life,
is fashioned like the sharp edge of a knife.
Who has the ammunition for the biggest gun
will survive until the store is overrun.