Colin F. Jones


War is as natural as the falling rain,
As the seasons that pass and then come again
As the blossoms that bloom on magnificent trees,
That are lost from the forest on seasonal breeze
War is the indelible opposite of peace
For if one were to perish the other would cease,
For as a husband is pointless having no wife,
Death would be useless in the absence of life.
So there are soldiers who die and Mothers who cry,
Politicians to blame and protestors who lie.
Yet seldom is war, (the invention of God),
Thought of as natural as the snow covered sod.
Yet it flows like the rivers into the great sea,
Despite all that we say and all that we see.