Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
punctiliousness … pref’rence of … career cowards
… awash in rewards
Truth is heavy.
That is why
only the brave
carry it.
When you speak it,
you stand alone.
Crowds prefer silence.
Silence is safer.
The world is full
of cowards.
So cowards are governed
by fools.
Europe decays.
Africa bleeds.
The earth burns.
And you watch.
Wars are waged
by idiots.
They shout.
You nod.
Children fall
in Ukraine.
In Gaza.
In Congo.
In Sudan.
In Libya.
Their cries rise.
Your courage does not.
When truth is written,
you exile it.
Not to protect peace,
but to please power.
Demons wear titles.
Madmen wear suits.
Merchants of death
call themselves leaders.
Democracy crowns them.
Cowardice keeps them.
Money buys your silence.
Fear signs the contract.
Dignity is sold
cheaply.
Machiavelli knew this:
a state dies
not by enemies,
but by obedient men.
The world burns
while you watch.
Not because you are weak—
but because
you chose
to be
the Coward.
Big words
for a troll who attacks poems
then return some of the sour soup back
you know how it goes
you are the troll not them
I stand always with the oppressed, the children, the weak, the voiceless,
the slaughtered, the starving
I , Goliath for humanity
not the David of Genocide
I am nothing
here I stand, nothing much, not at all
nada, empty, a shell of the past
however
never, never ever silent
my only arrow, my voice
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Changing Defense to War,
Claiming to stop foreign wars,
Won’t win any peace prizes—
Just more of what the world despises.
Black helicopters and unmarked vans
Enforcing edicts across our lands;
Masks and rubber bullet diplomacy
Shouldn’t become our normalcy.
Secret police with unlawful powers,
Brutal enforcement ordered by cowards;
The rule of law squandered and subverted
To serve personal vengeance perverted.
Our Constitution tattered and torn
Needs her defenders all bravely sworn
To stand shoulder to shoulder and hold back the night:
This is our moment, our duty, our fight!
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
In his mind the trains came for him
Yet in his sails the slaves left no mention
the cowards are migrators, because, they are full of timidity
You’re a coward to look forward
Its much safer to look back
I’m a coward too, cause onward
My world looks a bit too black
Like a mid December evening
Waits behind my entrance door
I don’t know what to believe in
You're not there anymore
You paint me as the bad guy
Colored in flaws from head to toe
A priestess of dark magic
Inciting men to wrecking havoc
Though I'm not sure how this could be so
For if I've authored all the chaos
Why can't I redirect the show?
The idea that you're afraid of
Is that the fault falls part to you
You think burying your head
In the Ad Hominem
Can prevent the truth from being true
Though I might have empathized
Once upon a time
With the weakness of your mind
I've no patience left
For the toxicity of egos
Which causes innocents to wilt
You're all godd****d cowards
Who don't have the balls
To own up to your guilt
Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army
But it took a lively faith and just a stone
To bring the mountain of a giant
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence
Cowards cower here
Highlighting all of their fears
With all of their tears
We foresaw the fall
From dilapidated walls
And heartbroken calls
They may have one eye
But it's filled with shallow lies
Festering like flies
Cowards cower here
They lack strength in lonely years
They are not our peers
I believe we are all cowards at heart
That none would set a fire just to run into it
Yet some will do so to help others.
I believe that heroes are made
Of doubts and fears, and dreams
And an undiscovered courage.
A courage that will walk to school
With “that kid”
Smile at, or even talk to,
That woman who sits alone on the bench.
I believe that heroes are shaped
By the hands of fate, the whim of fortune
That heroic deeds are easily overlooked
For heroes tend not to be aware of their heroism.
I cherish the heroism of a baby’s first steps
The courage of parents to let them go
The unsteady steps of the elderly
The unsure speech of an immigrant
The first handshake of a dubious friendship
The courage to admit our cowardice and move past it.
How many Friends Have You Now?
How many friends have you now?
How many write you everyday
Say they are sorry and their nation will pay?
How many have apologised?
How many have realised?
How their relatives have taken part?
Shot your countryman in the heart?
Raped your women and tortured your men?
How many are distressed?
How many digress and never mention
The killing brought by their country’s intervention?
Called you a bandelaro to your face
Said that they want to extinguish your race?
How many have visited with flowers?
Cried with you for hours?
How many begged your forgiveness?
Showed their true friendship, through their stress?
How many have knocked your door?
None, as I can see
None smatree (Russian for see)
None held your hand
Begged they didn’t understand
Many apologised and relished victory in their eyes
Saw an easy win,
gloated through the Crimea sin.
Friends have borders too
These are no friends of you.
David Cox 11/06/23
As I sit in my seat
My life is complete
As I look down to the ground
My target I have not yet found
Nor will it be, at least not by me
Because for me at least
In my ejector seat
That doesn't matter
I get in quick
Drop the bombs
Release the missiles
Stick the afterburners on
I am such a hero back at home, as they blast far below
Taking life and limb of those I don't know
I never see faces
I never see life
I care not for human strife
I see nothing, I don't want to see
As I sit in my seat
Your house may be gone
Your children shattered
But none of that
To me matters
As I am a coward
A Russian coward in my seat
That kills indiscriminately
All of those I never see
So best stay in your cellars
And stay off the streets
As I just hope we never meet
Because you then might just kill me
>>>
When this is over, Putin and his kind need to hang, very slowly..
God bless Ukraine
DAMO
"A malicious war carried out
on the innocent
in lies
that has disseminated their cities."
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Early dawn while people slept,
heavy missiles rocket launched
the violent attack came
in waves of mass artillery fire.
Homes and buildings up in smoke
destroyed in quick succession
leaving pile of rubble and
people fleeing yelling and in pain.
Families, young and old ran
or crawl for their lives weeping
in the streets, as some are struck
down, some help each other to safety.
Others killed in their last tracks.
Rescuers search for bodies
of the missing in the shards.
A fight that was not equal in strength.
3/20/2022
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