Coward Am I
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Unlike most
I have been over there
Where life is nothing
Mummy and daddy blown in the air
Where little ones starve
Where big ones kill
Proclaiming is all Gods will
I with my pen, how do I sit still?
Ants in the rubble
Of tyrants bombs
Or maybe just poverty
From political aplomb
Abu was a drunk
A hero of sorts
For at least standing up to the court
I am a coward for turning my back
Yet here I am, humbled and tired
There are Tigers grander and greater than I
White helmets and saviors
Who walk into the fires
He who saves not only his mind
He saves the child otherwise left behind
Clouds overhead are filled with dread
For some of them always seem to be left for dead
I am an ant
An insignificant sort
I only hope one long day
For a King and his consort
To do all the things
That makes me shiver in fear
Stopping the bloodshed
Bring us all some hearty cheer
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2017
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