Vacillation Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Men's thoughts and deeds, alas, compete,
they seldom prove fair, free,
show what they wish and what complete
identical may be.

‘Tis base to boast ten times a day,
days fifty two times seven,
that best behaviour's to delay,
as help descends from Heaven.

'Cunctator' some long since deserve
that merit meted moons ago,
and thereunto add 'Maximus'
the Romans did bestow
on one brave man who'd, in the past,
slight chance to meet with lance
his foe, and happy homeward cast
his way with winning chants,
and so delayed until the time
when, weakened by the war,
his foemen left their dead behind
to Carthage to withdraw.

Most prove no heroes, no hurray,
base craven cowards lie
avoiding issues every day
too often let things lie.

‘Tis only their own selves men spite
with inner vacillation,
let hearts and heads ally to fight
destructive hesitation.