Colin F. Jones


We must advance to safeguard vital oil
Lest ill claim by others yet the process spoil.
And drive a wedge between the desert dunes
To change to symphony of middle-eastern tunes.
That greater rendered are the noble sounds
From bugles blown from democracies’ compounds
Where foreign flags will fly despite the wind
That blows the sand in storms over everything.
They are here to stay, those with the bigger gun,
For when they leave the terrorists will come.
For those who lose will be the ones who won
For that is what peace is, when war is done.
And we will all pass on through the clouds
That hide our view like freedom’s many shrouds.