The bold are racist. The timid are not.
The bold and timid both die and rot.
But the bold are racist. The timid are not.
The timid were ordered to put on a uniform,
The timid were ordered to go
And die to fight racism, a long time ago.
The bold hid, and said, “I will not.
The age of twenty-one is too young to rot.
I may honor them, but tariffs and death will not.”
So the bold became timid, or so it seemed,
But during speeches over graves, they boldly dreamed
Of racism, and how it killed
The timid, inheriting glory, the words of the timid in the bible, fulfilled.
The bold hated the timid, and their glory.
Racism was cowardly, went the story,
But in their secret hearts the bold knew
The timid are not brave. The opposite was true.
The bold found a woman of the opposite race,
And stared at her with love. She spit in his face.
Or she lowered her eyes. We don’t really know.
It’s all mixed up. It was so long ago.