Colin F. Jones

PEOPLE

Midway through life the human race still weeps
Reminded by a past it sorrowfully keeps,
Of where it came from and how far it’s moved,
Towards a peaceful standard by all approved.
From the primitive that possesses our minds yet,
We battle between sweet love and ill regret,
And kill our way through wars by nature made,
To balance all the light with shadowy shade.
Yet still the scales towards the shaded side do list,
For of all the laws invented the truth has been missed.
For the truth is etched in facts forever to reside,
In nature ever resolute and unwaveringly applied.
We remain sexual beasts; part of nature’s primitive shape,
Believing that from ourselves we might to heaven escape