coursing in his veins
the blood of yellow hue
a sure verification
of a coward's cue

men of courage bore
a darker shade of red
there was such bravery
in the way they bled

behind them the craven
one so weakly stood
they'd be taking the bullets
meant for his hood

yellow with dishonor
spineless of back
not having the gumption
to face an attack

his veins so desperately
bereft of fortitude
they were so inglorious
in their aptitude