Colin F. Jones

THE SNARLERS

~ 1 ~

Ah, if yet I could a few miles go,
Beyond recall yet stalled, and so,
Stagnating like a dead mans blood,
I but recede like an ebbing flood,
To lapse into some cynical rhyme,
That meanders from the narrow line
Kept straight by all those yet to walk,
Beyond the knowledge of their talk.
Tis almost empty this bare place,
Where truth is like the melting face,
Of a frosted ridge side where the stone,
Forms the Earth’s moth eaten bone,
That shines by wear in golden sun,
Awaiting the result of what is done.

~ 2 ~

Hoi kunikoi “The Snarlers” I am one,
So virtuous I am to my own self won
For some who read think I write of me,
When they themselves in my verses see.
Yet I walk along so many trails,
Most always worn by another’s details,
To reach those places from where they viewed,
Life in their own way self imbued,
That I could wear their thoughts as mine,
To produce a conflict in my rhyme,
Balancing pessimism with optimistic view,
To change the prejudice of the few,
By redirecting thought from their biased mind,
Or yet to show that they are blind.

~ 3 ~

To challenge war and the military way,
Or against religious Churches have a say
Or yet to oppose the status quo,
Is to be labelled radical or a cynical foe.
The self righteous have devised words for all,
Who question their bias with such “gall”,
For a measure of defence to protect the lie,
From the inquiring voice that is asking why
Is to link it with the foul word “blame”,
Designed to demean the questioner’s name.
That one should “trust” is a devious reply,
For it so often means simply, “believe a lie”
As all should know who have been to war,
And are asking now, “what for, what for?”

~ 4 ~

So add to my many titles if you will,
This profound description of over kill,
For none who bless me with such power,
Have ever walked beyond their bower,
That I may become one man’s buffoon,
And another’s idea of a witch’s groom,
In order to declare their foolish voice,
Is the sound of prejudice and lack of choice,
Without the awareness of being so,
Thus is their portrayal of “I do not know”.
Ah yes!! To be a cynic called,
Is to know the others thoughts have stalled,
For they will always seek to blame,
To hide their own deep guilt and shame.

~ 5 ~

Who seeks not fault… the truth won’t find,
With their own self righteousness will bind,
For they will share the dining room,
But not their plate nor sacred tomb,
Where hangs the portraits of their lies,
Hidden in the dark recess of their archives.
Some innocently swim in pools of hope,
While confused and anxious they do grope,
Afraid to doubt to test and try,
Lest they do fail or even die.
And that is why the powers that be,
Want us to conform and all agree,
For then the questioner can be put down,
Or at least in haste, run out of town.

©Copyright May 14, 2005 by Colin F. Jones