Colin F. Jones


Life was not designed to suffer peace,
If it did almost everything would cease…
Tis just a word that tethers us to dreams,
For logic leaves us bathing in false streams.
The rain falls more often in wetlands,
Sand in others trickles through dry hands.
There must be rich and there must be poor;
Salt water nibbling at a receding shore,
And wrong must germinate the need for right,
The same scene dwells beneath both day and night.
Tis still the strongest beast that will survive,
The ones more able; they will stay alive,
It is not war that destroys the land we claim,
But times of peace which germinate our shame.