Colin F. Jones

FEAR OF LOVE

Is mans love, true love or just possession
And Beastly lust subservient to his desires
That in his loss leads to foul depression
And stokes the evil flames of violent fires
What is to man a woman, wife or slave,
Or just an object satisfying lust?
What makes the coward with a woman brave
Who deals out fear where it should be trust?
Men might as gentlemen rapturously smile
And share with jolly fellows drugs and drink
Without a hint of contemplations vile
That from their callous methods women shrink
Tis oft I feel ashamed to be a brother
When I’m aware of the violence of another