Colin F. Jones


I lived my war as many soldiers did,
While it was fought and some years after that.
But now it’s over I’m no longer just a kid,
So I’ve moved on grown old and mostly fat.
I have a wife, some children and a home,
Tis only joy and kindness that lives here,
No talk of death no blood and rotting bone,
Just happy faces and eyes filled with cheer.
How long can one, this morbid pastime yearn;
How long can one keep drooling over war,
Relighting fires that they forever burn,
How long, and why and for goodness sakes what for?
Who does this serve this negative state of mind,
Hell, where in this is love and being kind?