Colin F. Jones
THE BLOOD THOSE SOLDIERS DID BLEED
Acrimonious verbiage on the acerbic tongue,
Demeaning; scorning accusing others of wrong,
Attempting to establish a pedestal of stone,
But only accomplishing one that is made out of loam.
Always the self-seeker of medal and crown,
Riding on the backs of those he puts down.
The schemer, the pretender, the envious mole:
Displaying the thoughts that from others he stole.
Did he walk in the rain or was it the snow?
Does he know of their pain or does he not know?
Well, those who saw battle and saw their mates die
Know the difference between the truth and the lie.
And in the words of a hero, an American poet indeed,
“I’ll not seek gain from the blood those soldiers did bleed.”
©Copyright January 12, 2006 by Colin F. Jones