Colin F. Jones


Well now we have combined all tongues and hues,
And narrowed their minds to share our simple views,
We can pretend that all past events have gone,
Live not in the minds and hearts of anyone.
All those who gather beneath the national pole,
Descriptive of a societies firm control,
Stand proclaiming the freedom they have won,
Now that to its strict rules they have succumb.
For time doth dull the flames of passion’s fire,
When from the captor, prisoners do acquire,
The convenience of a better place to sleep,
That soon they lose the will to fight and weep.
But when the nation falls from its decay,
They will emerge to fight another day.