Colin F. Jones


My son will never go to war,
He’ll never wear the green,
He’ll never hear a sergeants roar,
Nor his mate in battle, scream!
He’ll never leave his wife at home,
To wait for him with love,
Nor see a bare and shattered bone,
Hear the angry shells above.
No, he’ll not stand and fight the foe,
To free his threatened land,
Across the seas he’ll never go,
To serve his country grand…
For you see, my son was never born,
So I hope you understand.