Colin F. Jones


The hardship shared by folk of peace,
Is the vulnerability of their hearts,
That suffer by their loves increase,
Where spite it’s wrath imparts
For being kind to friend and foe,
Allows the foe to chide,
The substance of the fires glow,
For such flames they never hide.
There lies the strength of sincere thoughts,
In tolerance so defined,
Who do not change their true resorts,
For spite of any kind.
Then know this peace; or go thy way,
But leave not love behind.