Colin F. Jones

FROM THE MOUNTAIN

The man upon the mountain is so strong,
He stands aloft and waves his flag with pride,
He writes patriotic words in his song,
Pays homage to his warriors who have died.
He flies higher than an Eagle in the sky
From where he views the valleys far below –
So far below, they oft elude his eye,
Limiting what his conscience comes to know.
Soon all the world is viewed above the clouds,
There are no civilisations underneath,
Where all the people wear discerning shrouds,
And choose to practice all the wrong beliefs.
Well then if Angels judge the human worth,
From where they sit they’ll not see all of Earth.