Discretion always seems to pay
The one who from the fight does run away
Will live to live another day
For the dead heroes a street parade
And much of their sacrifice is made
But their eyes blind of sight and their ears deaf to sound
In their timber coffins beneath the ground
A price to pay for fame and pride
The cowards live and the heroes died
Though in living honour they did lose
Life over death they did choose
But who is of the greater gods
Those who fought and died against the odds
Or those who to their fear of death did yield
And turned and fled the battlefield?
Their decision lost them many a friend
But life is priceless why otherwise pretend
From a lost cause they ran away
And lived to live another day.
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