Colin F. Jones

LIFE ON EARTH

The totem pole is but a symbol
To the greater spirit far beyond,
As is the cross and temple steeple
The good luck charm and sacred frond.
Some bruise their knees upon the cobbles,
Some spread their arms to the sky,
Some bow at walls with chat and squabbles,
Some pray believing they can’t die.
Yet nothing changes; war continues,
Prejudice and hate is rife
As folk peer through their racist windows,
For here on Earth this is our life…
Described by nature’s depleting minnows:
Cut by man’s ever-present knife.