What is courage?
Is it sweet or bitter?
Claiming you as a
Companion in the crowd,
Wearing the pride of being
A “very good friend\",
Like a honeycomb in your hand.
But at the end
It turns into a hollow box.
Betrayed by the same
For the sake of pride,
It feels like a pungent smell.
In the name of peace,
They burned the hands
That weaves the threads
Like a spider spinning its web.
Across the water
They double the tariffs,
Starving the people
Who lives from the export of shrimp.
It is a butterfly
Tasting a flower
Then fly away.
Sharing the nectar
In the name of friendship,
Yet burned for the fuel
Who runs our homes —
Even though they too
Hold the same chemicals.
So is this our courage,
To still believe
In a better world
and turn foes into friends?
They fly high on their own,
But on the odds everything adds up,
like a flower blooming on stone.
As the East combines,
New trains are found,
New technologies joined,
Like clouds over deserts
Erasing another’s thirst.
So courage -
Is it sweet or bitter?
- Ray Moonee