Colin F. Jones

YOU CANNOT GROW AN APPLE ON AN ORANGE TREE

~ 1 ~

Oh what fool is this who would censor words;
Who plays the judge to extinguish absurds;
To set himself on a pinnacle high,
Ever reaching for peace; yet the truth denies!
There are fields of nettles and fields of flowers,
And desert plains and places of showers,
And where the flames of the uncouth burn,
There are lessons in destruction for all to learn.
Call it what you will, I call it shame,
That any citizen deride its leaders name,
Where one has the freedom to vote and elect,
Or make another choice; choose to reject,
Without the censorship of dictatorial hale,
That causes democracy to stumble and fail.

~ 2 ~

The fox you’ll never turn into a lamb,
Regardless of any such righteous plan,
For neither one cares for the mind of the other,
And differences, censorship never can smother.
The apple will not grow on the orange tree,
And a bigot another’s point never will see,
And shooting the foxes but lemmings the lamb,
Leaving you with your finger stuck in the dam.
Oh where is the common sense in intelligent man!
Why does he not know the truth from a sham!
Why is he so arrogant that he’ll not lower his sword,
Though his valiant charges bring little reward?
For he’ll never allow another the last word…
What is intelligent in that? It’s actually absurd!

~ 3 ~

Let the primroses grow where primroses grow,
Let the cactus bloom where the desert winds blow,
Let the great seas rage upon the proud shore,
Never shut your window never shut your door,
For the snowman melts in the Summer Sun,
And the brown leaves fall when the summer is done,
And the brown wolf responds to the vultures call,
while the clever cat waits for the night to fall.
Around dim lights the schemers will scheme,
While braggart heroes on the podium are seen.
The immigrant goes to where his own kind live,
And those with nothing are the ones who give,
So let life be as life ever will be,
Because you can’t grow an apple on an orange tree.