People say that brave means fear no one up or down here,
But does it mean that you adhere to no rule or people dear
And does it mean that people act with no fault and no regret?
For if it does, then you can do whatever you think is good for you,
And they, in turn, can do to you what they deem and think is true.
Imagine then a man like you got angry at the things you do
And imagine that he cried out, “You should better die than live here, too!”
And if his words were powerful enough to make that happen without a laugh,
Then you’ll be dead with no delay the moment he had had his say.
And if you thought your neighbor’s fault deserved a shot of similar lot,
Then soon enough the whole world would be empty of any man’s thought.
If that means brave, I’d rather fear than be a brave man killing his peer
For fear makes my life as dear as yours is in my fearful sphere.