Colin F. Jones

RHYME OF A CHILD

If I could be that perfect one I would,
Though no doubt I’d be misunderstood
But what a feeling ‘twould be to be so pure,
To have the power all goodness to restore.
To make sick people better with a wave,
And from the famines all those children save.
To remove the anger from the minds of men,
The hate and bitterness and the poison pen,
That all the world could argue without fear,
That compromise would always linger near,
Yet free to serve the god of their choice,
With open mind and with a clearer voice,
For if the hearts of men were all made pure,
Perhaps they would not choose to go to war.