When courage falls into short supply
Chivalrous stones will rise
And shame timid seasons
With a hard, intrepid query
When elephants of the jungle
Block their ears to the grumblings
Of a trampled earth, fallen leaves
Will spring a carpet of thorns
The savannah has no hiding place
For the fury of the harmattan blaze
But a serpentine stream below the mountain
Knows the answer for the raging bully
Wisdom lives in the silence
Between thunder’s pervasive clamour
The thief who steals the King’s trumpet
Must also steal a palace for its royal blast
I speak, therefore, I am
I breathe through my words
My tongue the faithful priest
In the temple of my mouth
Head over shoulders
Hands swinging on both sides
Send courage on an errand
And watch it return with daring gifts
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