Colin F. Jones


Those who died are dead. They are alive no more.
What is gone is gone, so what are we marching for?
Some say we march for them, for the men who died,
Some say we march for God some for those who lied.
But most march for themselves be it right or wrong,
Who have no other place where they feel they belong.
They cannot face the future so they cling to the past
For they know that yesterdays will for a lifetime last.
Or yet they take from past to use it for the now,
That it might tomorrow, be profitable somehow.
But tomorrow they’ll be dead all alive no more,
And those proud young soldiers; what are they marching for?

This poem prompted the response, “What Are They Marching For?” - ©Copyright May 27, 2006 by Faye Sizemore