Colin F. Jones

WHEN IT’S TOO LATE

When the protester’s protest we scorn them,
When they get in the way we scream,
Though they echo our sentiments bravely,
We envy their perpetual dream.
But our greed and convenience is threatened,
If we succumb to the truth and respond,
By standing up for what we believe in,
By deciding where we might belong.
It is always the other man’s problem,
The fault of the Government and gain.
Tis never ourselves who are liable,
And with anger we cover our shame.
But one day we’ll be looking for heaven,
When it is too late to complain.