Colin F. Jones

KNOW THY ENEMY

Our lives must be the penalty paid for peace,
Which even while it’s liberating arms do rust,
Must forge an army that it’s length increase,
For only a mountain can a valley trust.
Fair grows the corn when the day is fine,
Well fed the Eagle rests upon a ledge,
But high enough to see the rains decline,
Beyond the borders of its peaceful pledge.
Who gloats untarnished in a sumptuous store,
Dismissing all the warriors that guard the land,
Will meet defeat in a distant war
For complacent peace is a peace that will be damned.
By detecting thy foe before he a foe becomes,
Ensures for peace long summers filled with suns.