Colin F. Jones


Would we not change the natural law of things
If it were in our power that war did not occur.
It seems the summer each year a winter brings,
Would changing summer such an event deter?
We love the tranquil hour of twilight time,
And bathe in water that absorbs the Sun;
Yet never are our days always fine
And there is always the distant sound of a gun.
We are but puppets on nature’s controlling string,
Though loath to admit it we do not decide,
When seasons change and what each change might bring,
What we believe is down to foolish pride.
No, there’s nothing we can do without regret,
And none have stopped us fighting battles yet.