Colin F. Jones


War doth justify murders foul extreme,
Brings forth reality from the falser dream,
Revealing the defects that reside in man,
Denying his concepts of what he can’t or can.
Yes we will murder if the law permits,
Or in its absence dig our weapon pits,
For what we are is hidden behind our rules,
That disguise misfits and kaleidoscopic fools.
Camouflages hate behind a suit of peace,
Until declaring war justifies release.
And we will torture laugh at another’s pain,
Disfigure bodies; rough them up, and maim,
For there is no restriction if there is no law,
Which flounders often in this thing called war.