Colin F. Jones
Our lack of feeling is a coat we all wear,
But gentleness and care resides in the pockets.
It is often unhidden what we don’t declare,
For love is not lost in the din of the rockets.
Time is the bullet that penetrates armour,
The fortifications that pain doth numbing erect,
Causing our sentries to become mellow and calmer,
Taking on board what we once would reject.
Yes we are Warriors who’s hearts have been hardened,
But as brothers we know the meaning of care,
For the love in our souls from anguish was pardoned,
That we have much of it to give and to share.
So remember my brothers, we still have a mission,
To lead by example and spread love everywhere.
©Copyright April 10, 2004 by Colin F. Jones