Colin F. Jones

THE SILENT MANY

It is not those who are dead who suffer
It is their mothers, families and friends
But it seems that they do not matter,
For they fit not the cults and trends.
No monuments are built for the mothers
Killed by violent soldiers in war,
No names listing dead babies,
Nor the horrors their children saw.
They are never mentioned those people,
The millions who are killed for naught,
The innocent victims of slaughter,
In the merciless crossfire caught.
Tis little wonder some soldiers have traumas;
That they wake up at night distraught.