Colin F. Jones


As a young boy off he goes
With his rifle to the war
To come back as a man
With some land forever more
Tis oblong and for a while
Abstract before it’s filled
That suits his current style
Having brutally been killed
In our thoughts he’s still alive
But in reality very dead
For love cannot revive
The soul once it has fled
Yet still we play the game
To overcome our pain