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.
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