Colin F. Jones


Who are we, we who are left:
The living relics useless and bereft.
Who were they who lost their lives for me,
Not for their nation not for you to be free!!
Who are we, we who served to die?
Killing people just like you and I,
To serve our masters; forced to go to war,
And kill good folk we might well adore.
Who am I; this angry pathetic man,
This warrior called; what a bloody sham!!
This aging rusted part of some past war,
In which I fought without knowing what for.
Now we watch our children do the same,
Resisting not in our fearful shame.