Cowards - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
A certain set of human thoughts.
Spring from human living rot.
Rote and not learning,
Their true calling,
See men, when kneeled,
Bound, faceless, they think,
Stripped of Him.
Have faith in gods.
Vandals of violent tribes.
Vibes of the daemon's own might,
Minds stinking of shameful strife.
Courage is not for all to see,
It is not for most to be.
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