Colin F. Jones


They protest the gun with the lanyard held,
Praying for peace while folk are shelled,
Refraining not from the use of war,
Doing what they claim to deplore.

They march in columns to defeat
The purpose of their own retreat
That on the way themselves do meet,
Their spilled blood drying on the street.

They live false lives and demonstrate
When change begins to detonate,
The structures of their feeble cults,
For they can’t face the true results.

Of what they cultivated in their minds,
That now the clash of war defines
For in the end the truth prevails,
Balancing the wobbly scales.

With war and peace and peace and war,
Repeating what’s gone by before,
For there’s was a vain ignoble act,
In choosing to ignore simple fact.