Courageless

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Vintage Words

  

Cowards lurk in alleys, waiting

for a chance victim to rob 

of security, mild thinking, and joy.

Always sulking in the darkest

background, beyond the scrutiny

of sunshine; beyond the company

of witnesses. 

  

Those with no courage thrive

in secret places, striking and hiding,

pretending  innocence no one believes.

Preying on the susceptible, an

anonymous enemy of love.

   

Snivel and work evil as if Satan sat

on the shoulders giving instructions

to destroy mirth. Attack postured, a fiend

cowering. The feckless assault vulnerable  

targets knowing defense is impossible.

A bully thrives best when stalking.

  

Such demons run away if confronted

by heroes. Then weaklings die in appropriate

terror or slither away.

   

allets

03-17-15

927p

  

 

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