Coward
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Such bitter vetch, the venom of dedeat
But Just reward for those of spindly spines
They earn the right to taste their conqueror's feet
And kiss the nether parts of their behinds.

How Just their cause once was then matters not
Once tails are firmly tucked between their legs
Their cowardice decides their final lot
And leaves them in the role of one who begs.

And thoe they rule are then themselves debased
When men of low conviction take the lead
Those men who ravel loose when first they're faced
With chance that they must fight and then might bleed.

But men who would not veer because of fear
Who stood their ground when even overpowered
Have won for all of us things we hold dear
And what does mankind owe to the coward?

[N.G. "Gary" Stapp]