Colin F. Jones

THEY’LL FIGHT NO MORE

All great victories leave their dead,
Rotting beneath the blaze of sun,
Where from the living have all fled,
To leave rusting there the silent gun.

What purpose did the battles serve?
Now that the sham and hype they vent,
To instil in new recruits the nerve,
To go where they the vanquished went.

They all, both sides for state and God,
Went off to fight their ruler’s war,
Yet those brave souls who shed their blood,
Will for their nations fight no more.