Colin F. Jones

NURTURED CHOICES

We who have no choice go to war,
Those who have a choice do not:
Some who think for themselves ignore –
Are chastised though no longer shot.
The batman is the epitome of servitude,
accepting that he is a lesser man,
one below the civil altitude
who has climbed as far up as he can.
He is one who accepts his lot,
Which is never enough to succeed,
For he’ll only ever have what he’s got,
All that he does not need.
But ah, unlike the rest,
He is so comfortable in his nest.
Where did you learn to think,
While barracking for the team,
When the rich ladies wore the mink,
While your lady was poor and lean?
Were you not taught to love your school,
Then your tank and then your ship,
That the different thinker was the fool?