Colin F. Jones


If we are all so bloody perfect
Then why do we fight and rave.
Why are there so many soldiers
Lying dead in so many graves…
It’s always someone else’s problem,
Everybody else is always wrong,
Tis only us pure bred mongrels
Who sing the Golden song.
Oh so pure we are and perfect,
So loyal and devout,
As everybody knows,
As we bellow and we shout…
Perfect examples of perfection,
Strutting all about!

©Copyright December 4, 2005 by Colin F. Jones