Courage

Courage

If this were war, 
You think, this one here
Would have thrown
His gun down
By now and run.
Of course, you might
Have done the same.
But you don’t think so. 
You’ve always been
Too ashamed of shame. 
You would have kept on
Marching into the fangs
Of the guns and died
For nothing, while
This one here would’ve
Lived long enough to
Find something to live for
And that would’ve made
The running away okay.