Colin F. Jones


That which is condoned by the people, politicians express,
Be it marching to war or waving flags to impress,
For ‘tis by desire and demand that free countries pursue
What by the actions of politics is so obviously true.
Yet the people will blame them; those who do as they direct
When the red blood starts running their conscience to effect.
For a nation united is one that must share of its faults,
Without blaming its leaders when dead bodies fill its vaults.
And those who did not vote have not the power to say
What they didn’t say then on their free-to-vote-day.
Dictators would love them, for lackadaisical fools
Create an absence of respect and the bending of rules.
That power by the few is by the few set in place
Be it to the horror of the people who ratified its face.