Cowards
I once met a drunken man there
Under the shade of the calabash tree
With a gourd of wine downed to the lees.
He said to me when I came up:
See, see my friend, I tell you
From that yonder village I come
I observe there are just two cowards living.
The first is so peaceful he avoids
A fight with the evils that go on
And so evil took over the land
With no resistance and exiled him from home.
The second very aggressive, I tell you
Fights the helpless and common man
And fears the powerful
Who subjects and exploits him.
And I asked him which he prefers.
None, none, he said and hiccupped
Holding up his wine gourd.
I am so disappointed with these things
So I take four quarts each day
To be mindless of it all.
Then sir, I said, with all respect
You observed two cowards
But I surely have met a third coward!
Copyright © Itsoghole O Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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