Colin F. Jones

TIS ONLY EVIL BLOOD WE SPILL

I saw no hatred over there,
but, perhaps just once to be fair,
in the opposite bed,
his lingering stare…
what had I done to deserve this,
invaded his country; oh what bliss,
tis always I guess the evil foe,
who suffer from our tender blow,
for we don’t kill and maim like him,
for that would be a distinct sin,
for all we do is for sweet peace,
that’s why waging war will never cease,
for us good folk… well we don’t just kill,
tis only evil blood we spill.