Colin F. Jones

THE GOOD WAR

The rock we move displays the effort made,
As would a gardens crop reflect the spade,
And while the phase of effort draws their frown,
The accomplishment will favour their renown.
It was never an easy decision to go to war,
When sane mankind is known such to deplore,
And while there may be sadness to grieve,
Tis the love of Liberty that such wars achieve.
Some will scorn those bakers of their bread,
Who return from battle with their honoured dead,
And while they feast so merry from their plate,
They’ll not question where from their food came that they ate;
Nor why they have the right to make the claim,
That all but them will be stricken down with shame.