An Axe Will Fall To Decide, What We Possess Poem by Mark Heathcote

Courage comes or flees in the thick of battle
Staunch as a huge tank or quivers like an eel.
Times we're all up-the-creek-without-a-paddle
Truth, we're all walking on quicksand full of zeal
Like Thanksgiving turkeys, ourselves the next meal.

What will come to pass you might not know or guess.
At some point, we'll be tested to stand resolute
An axe will fall to decide, what we possess
Will we openly bare our heart soul and chest?
At that knife-edge; fear must open a parachute.

Eyes open or closed, find a good place to land
Bones break on impact, feverishly crying
You must take command and then make your own, stand.
Fear must never win, it's not dignifying
To run, run child-like shaking, petrifying.

Courage comes or flees in the thick of battle
To question right from wrong, not be three bags full
It takes a true man to be a man manful.
One who takes up arms and fights for human rights
One that's not a lamb, sheep to the slaughter, fights.