Colin F. Jones


We killed and slaughtered; such is war,
We try to forget the things we saw.
But some keep bringing it all back
To fill some personal thing they lack.
Why would one want to live the past?
Why would one want such pain to last?
One’s duty now is family bound
For that is where sweet love is found.
For who wants to read of pain and dread?
Who wants to die before they’re dead?
Hope lies with the youth we must raise,
Free from the despair this ilk portrays.
For only fools read not for pleasure,
Thus deny them not such passionate leisure.