Colin F. Jones


It is cold when the snowflakes are falling,
But colder when the snow starts to thaw,
We are witness to events that are appalling,
But that is the true nature of war.
I’m a fringe dweller on the edge of the conflict,
In which I fought but was mostly secure
Yet in this future that I could not predict,
I am left suffering from the counterfeit cure.
We worked hard with sandbag and structure,
We braved the monsoon and its tireless rain,
We thought not what might be the future,
We thought only of survival and gain…
Except when we lay soaked in our trenches,
Then we would think of our loved ones again.