Colin F. Jones

ILLOGICAL LOGIC

Every end is the beginning of something,
There is an echo for whatever we ring.
Truth is not in the voices of the rulers,
Nor in the anthems each country might sing.
Dissatisfied we will be seeking forever,
What we were given the day we were born,
As we strive and struggle together,
While blaming one another for the inevitable storm.
We fail to see how we are manipulated by nature,
To act out the play, according to design,
For there will always be people of stature,
Leading us down a path not necessarily divine.
We are singularly insignificant and expendable,
All tethered to a preponderant moment in time.