It is cowardice

to strike a blind man

in his back.

For you act like mice,

Running from a cat clan,

And scurring up the horses tack.

For it is a low life

if you hit the weak thrice.

For you never had a plan.

You think all is a game of

Fun.

But in the end you run.

I hope you run.

I hope you hide.

I hope you know that

You define

Cowardice.