Colin F. Jones


The logic of war; the profound regret,
The answer elusive we haven’t found yet
Thus blame is the logic exercised still,
We don’t want to do it but we continue to kill
Due to someone’s instruction; never our own,
An instruction we claim, not to condone.
Yet we pull the triggers and willingly fight,
For a cause we condemn as not being right.
Oh it’s easy when older to blame and abuse,
But old men don’t fight wars; they only accuse.
They sit on their pedestals watching the fray,
Almost a replica of the war fought in their day.
Becoming the protesters who protested their war,
For nothing is new; it has all happened before.