Colin F. Jones


When our heroes are gone we will perish and pine,
We will struggle for life on death’s morbid incline,
We will hear the sad sounds of our children’s cries,
Left without protection when their brave hero dies.
For the forces of Satan will invade the sweet lands,
Imposing harsh laws and despicable demands,
That the people will gather to condemn and to hate,
And there’ll be no freedom no choice to debate.
There’ll be no room for societies living with hope,
There’ll be no Archbishop, no Padre, no Pope,
And trust will be absent and reprisals abrupt,
In a harsh system of evil dictatorial and corrupt.
For what is a nation that fights not for the good?
It is a nation with a charter written in blood.