Colin F. Jones


What did they die for; we don’t know:
What do we live for; dead seeds to sow.
From babies crying to savage soldiers,
Or aging veterans with drooping shoulders,
What do they die for? Why do they go?
To kill and conquer an unknown foe,
Destroying cultures to build their own,
To establish power o’er the overthrown.
The Sun it rises, the Sun doth fall,
A perpetual shadow draped over all,
Until the twilight brings a new day,
More sprouting seeds more deaths decay,
What do we live for why do we die,
Why all the suffering, God why oh why.