Colin F. Jones


The pathetic useless waste of men in war,
Who enjoy the conflict until it is no more,
Doth cull the flocks that life was as before,
The violent echo’s swept the quiet shore.
All the millions burned and buried dead,
Ensure that tears are always sadly shed,
While veterans plead that they are underfed,
And Governments supply the blankets for their bed.
The wheel turns the repeated cyclic trend
One on the other always must depend,
For what is right, or wrong, or otherwise they defend,
For few it seems can really comprehend,
That life is this, a long struggle to the end,
That offers hope for those who would pretend.