Colin F. Jones


The servants of evil will perish,
In the love that good people cherish.
Immoral wishes and sinful ambitions,
That seek power over righteous conditions,
Will falter and eventually cower,
To the morality of subservient power;
Born by the Angels of God,
Who are the soldiers who gallantly plod,
Through the mud the blood and the gore,
Of the turbulent liberating war.
Denying the mystic dictators their hold,
On the populous lied to and told,
To do as they must, or die
Without knowing or once asking why.