Cowardice

It's a moving play for an silent audience
with muffled screams from honor's rage
Fear is having you just watch the violence
that plays it's scene beneath your gaze

And as it ends, his drunken haze
he runs off and you watch her face
your legs are moving, you take a stand
and honor makes a fist of hand

It's a moving play and a standing audience
with a tragic ending marked by fears
A play that makes you scream for vengeance
in the end where courage reappears.



Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2010-02-01 at 21:00

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