Colin F. Jones
WHAT WE THOUGHT WE CHOSE
First we leaned the word called no,
And of all those places we could not go,
Then all those things we could not do,
And when we agreed the yes came through.
Told to believe, told we were sinners,
That folk were wrong we saw as winners,
Told what to wear when we went to school,
That to have self thoughts made us a fool.
Then off to work; a lifetime to slave,
Then taught to drink and drugs to crave,
Then taught to fight to kill or die,
And make our wives and lovers cry.
Then left to tend our pains and woes,
We got to choose what we thought we chose.
©Copyright March 10, 2005 by Colin F. Jones
This poem prompted the response, “Naïve”
©Copyright March 26, 2005 by Anthony W. Pahl