Crowd Cowardice Poem by Tony Cemaluk

Crowd cowardice wears a smiling face,
It claps the loudest, but leaves no trace.

Many mouths shouting where one should stand,
Many feet marching with no firm land.

They cheer the wrong when the crowd is thick,
They call it truth because the lie is quick.
But ask one alone, 'What do you believe? '
He will look around before he breathes.

Crowd cowardice is loud, yet empty of spine,
It borrows courage from a borrowed line.
It hides in numbers, afraid to be one,
It waits for darkness to sing another tune alone.

Better to stand single and be called odd, even a monster,
Than to kneel with many clowns and lie to God,
And lie to the sacred spirit of the land we tread.