Colin F. Jones

ONE PLACE

The Earth is one place, but divided by race,
Each animal and bird , set perfectly in place,
All have their own borders, that some of them cross,
Resulting in gain being balanced by loss.
Laws are unwritten but when broken they fall,
In that power is centred in one place over all.
Then the balance unequal serves only the grave,
They who dwell in the hype that the mighty are brave.
For the larger the boundary the greater the cost,
Until slowly but surely the whole area is lost.
They will always be weeping for the victories they’ve won,
Mourning a daughter or a sacrificed son.
And using their coffins to justify wrong,
Still flying their flags where they do not belong.