Coward

A coward easily gives up in the morning And even in the evening: In brewing fights to lie low And during skirmishes unhelpfully slow. Battle strategies offers the hothead, Courtesy of the war novels by him read Bu on some secure seat still fastened Long after combats have been hastened. A reason to readily stake our big money And if there’s none our bees’ honey: That the fire in his eyes will never spark Nor his voice drop a bull-dog’s bark; His fists never wire pulverizing punch Nor his kicks make receivers bunch. All cowards are warriors never composed, A chapter right from beginning closed.