Colin F. Jones


It is not war that we celebrate, it is the soldiers who died,
Who lost their lives doing their duty with ultimate pride.
We celebrate their memory for we know what we lost,
And we know of the suffering; the unthinkable cost.
War is not condoned by us nor is it relished with Joy,
It is met with a purpose that we must employ,
To survive in this world of cruelty and loss,
Be it designed by mine or your spiritual boss.
A country without patriotism is no country at all,
It will rot at its roots and topple and fall,
And if no soldier is trained there will never be peace,
Like sheep in the Winter without any fleece
Your God is not here to whom you might pray,
No responsibility taken… no answers today.