Colin F. Jones
THE PEACE YOU KEEP
As war repeats itself still favouring death,
Gathering experience from its past events,
With cordite smoke and flames still on its breath,
Lasting peace and tranquil time prevents.
Still soldiers die broken and destroyed,
And Mothers weep for Warriors they think boys,
And butchered babies lie asleep defiled,
For shells know not a soldier from a child.
All wars are fought that all wars will cease,
Yet by their action it never leads to peace,
For man was born a warrior to survive,
In a world where only the strongest stay alive.
So bare your burdens; train your warriors well,
For the peace you keep, depends upon their hell.
©Copyright March 18, 2003 by Colin F. Jones