Colin F. Jones

WE MUST BE WHO WE ARE

~ 1 ~

If I could say he was responsible for his birth,
That he from childhood established his own worth,
Then compassion in me might soon turn to hate,
And all thoughts of forgiveness would in me abate.
Yet who am I to judge the acts of man,
To be the fault of those who others damn,
For most are born as who they are and then,
Become a product designed by other men.
Are we born soldiers or are we trained to fight,
We who are told that what we do is right.
Tis even the lesser savage with gentle heart
Who can learn to kill and tear things apart.
But yet we must in conscience do what we do,
And stand for what we think is good and true.

~ 2 ~

I’ll forgive you but still I’ll guard my own,
For tis not revenge nor hate inside me grown,
But fair appraisal of a lower man,
Who from his life I might well need to ban.
Tis once the warning, then tis use of force,
Determined by my ability yes of course;
But old warriors know of the many ways to die,
For patient timing one cannot deny.
What is the value in ridding life of trash?
Is it worth the punishment for a lethal slash
To save the misery of a child of mine?
Tis surely worth the consequence of such a crime;
If such is due then maybe you’ll forgive
This man who only had his love to give.

~ 3 ~

Tis when she’s dead that he is marked with blame,
By his imprisonment what from it can she gain.
Tis known by those who know but not by law,
For a murder sir, you can’t accuse before.
Thus we all wait til he does what he will do,
As we predict; our predictions all come true.
Justice is not served by taking him away,
She will not be greeting her young kids today.
Kept by our taxes with a TV in his cell,
While the kids are crying suffering in their hell.
Perhaps one day we’ll isolate them all,
And wash their brains out with a leaden ball,
Before they turn their violence and hate,
Upon their loved ones at the garden gate.