Terror-Stricken

At another person I have stared Of them or anyone else I am not scared, They may be rumored to have a gun or a blade But, to them or others, I will not be afraid. With my pride and my honor I will not hide Of you or him I will not ever be terrified, And if they are a Muslim or an Hispanic To them or anyone else, I will not ever panic. I will not judge anyone by their race Anyone can show hatred or a smile on their face, And if they are a different religion or belief They too have their own fears, and also grief. If there is a Russian or a Jamaican And if I meet them I will not be shaken, From them or anyone else I will not run or hide And I will not ever be self-conscious and petrified. I will live my life being both happy and cheerful Strangers that I meet I will not be fearful, I will not be called yellow, or a coward, or a chicken I will not live my life being terror-stricken. I would rather be known as a pitiful bastard Than the person who is no more than a cowardly dastard, There is always one who seeks pity to be empowered But, there is no pity for the coward. Randy L. McClave