Colin F. Jones

ONE CAN BUT TRY

How do we bring together those good folk,
Of different views that often provoke,
Debate and argument leading to despair,
With random insults flying everywhere?
Is there an island a sanctuary to behold,
Where from the restraints of censorship love unfolds,
To please the passion of ambitious thought,
By closing the mouths of braggarts by retort,
That offers not the democracy of clear choice,
But rules by dictatorial persuasions of the voice.
Perhaps in seeking a pedestal of one’s own,
The minor King who dreams of such a throne,
Ought yet to learn that there is no such place.
For men will state their views and debate their case.