Feared

Those that are fearful, would always fear.
The way they fear, we ask, 'How do they fair?'
But when the feared, do start to fear,
Then we ask, "How would we fair?"

The cock roost, it knows its life is dear.
It's always running, it never stands to dare.
But what about, when the lion dares;
And starts to run, for its life that's dear.

When the feared, eventually comes to scare;
No one would sit, no one would start to cheer.
No one would dare, not when our life is dear.
Who wants to roar, to see the feared is scared?