Colin F. Jones


Let me say if there weren’t any soldiers,
There would not be any tax payers at all,
And all the loud mouthed hollow boulders
Would not have any widows to appal.
Let me say that all men are not equal
But as soldiers they are expected to perform;
That when the truth reveals the sequel
We see many veterans in distress left forlorn.
If they cannot look after their veterans
Who the Hell is going to look after them?
Because dead soldiers are a nation’s true patrons,
Those who return are the strength of our stem.
So spit on yourselves if you want to
But respect us as wonderful men.