Colin F. Jones


Speak not gently to the tiger’s face,
Nor wait for him to take a forward pace,
For time impinges on the predator’s side,
Whose patience is the centre of his pride.
Strike quickly at the heart; ignore the tail,
Drive firmly forward with all tooth and nail,
Behead the nettle then its stem will die,
Or yet become quite soon a new ally
That sheds its sting for the power of peace,
That all its dreams as realities do increase.
What man of love would see his people die
When in his absence, none for him would vie?
The ruthless soul cannot with Good compete,
For in every conflict he faces sound defeat.