Cowardice. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Cowardice is a word I like.
There's cow in it.
A beautiful animal with beautiful big soft eyes
And long black eyelashes that slash thru your heart.
A creature we milk out of its milk
For the satisfaction of a greed
That we don't really need.
And then there is war in it.
A sport we so much hold in affection
We spend fortunes on to keep in action
No matter what the casualties are
Too little, too insignificant
for the lords of war.
And then there's dice in it.
Throw it arbitrarily and wait for your luck.
You may walk a proud peacock or a lame duck.
Life is originated in such a shaky frame
Either endowed with sorrow or held in fame.
Cowardice is a word I like, without shame.