The Coward

I saw him fall to his knees,
crawl for mercy
…. from a self appointed god.

As a man drowning at sea,
exhausting all his energy swimming away from the visible shore
… for a straw to save him.

Damn him and his race!
He will get no quarter from his idol
… and no pity from me.

Cowards are the muck that we have to
tread through on our long march
… to freedom.

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