Colin F. Jones

TO A PROTESTOR ~ WITH RESPECT

Youth vibrates in your cock-sure voice,
That you dement you own ill choice,
By rising to the bait so soon,
With dented pride from failed lampoon.
Or is it that your narrow view,
From torrid tortures with you grew,
To make you from a safe base sure,
Decide all others are impure.
Time doth teach us to be fair,
Though such is absent everywhere,
Yet arrows tossed from far away,
Are thrown untrue and go astray.
You have the choice though quite absurd,
To speak your mind and so be heard.