Colin F. Jones


We raise our young
Then send them off
To wage war for good and right
And some will die
Against a foe
Who are born to hate and fight

They tell us that
Those soldiers lost
All died to keep us free
But freedom was
Their final cost
They had it before they died you see.

There was no threat
To their homes
No threat upon their peace
They went to war
That what they had
Might benefit and increase

But nothing benefits
From waging war
Except the undertakers pay
As the widows
Struggling to survive
Might often wryly say.

They die for pride
And flag and god
But seldom die for truth
Those who survive
To weep and nod
Are the wretched living proof.