The coward is the person who accepts abuse while taking no effective steps to stop it. This is also true for the fool.
Here's a short story:
Man A meets Man B for the first time and they instantly begin to talk naturally. They share old stories, discuss and mostly agree on politics, share photos of their families, and drink merrily all night. The two men part ways the next morning, having fallen asleep at the bar.
After work the next day, the men meet again and have a joyful time conversing at the bar that night. They didn't drink so much. They each just enjoyed the company of the other.
The men had to part early to fish in the morning. The next day was market day and the fish were plentiful this time of year. Only a fool wouldn't take advantage.
The men hugged like old friends when parting ways this time. Then, as Man A turned to walk away, Man B surprisingly picked up a sizable stone and threw it right at the back of Man A's head!
"Ow! That hurt! What the hell was that?!"
"Peace, peace, peace! It was an accident," said Man B
"Oh, alright! I'll pay it no mind for now. Have a good night, bud!"
The next night, the men met again and had fun. This time they drank less. No sooner had Man A turned to walk away, Man B picks up a larger rock and throws it right at the back of Man A's head.
"Owwwwwwwww! What in the--"
"Peace peace, peace! It was another accident, my friend. I apologize," said Man B
how di-... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, fine! Forgiven. It's out of my mind. I'll see you again."
The night after that, the men had a good time but ended things with an argument. Man A had donned an iron helmet when parting ways.
"Hey! What's that for?"
"Every time I try to leave, I get hit in the head with a stone," exclaimed Man A
"Oy! Are you suggesting I did did that?!"
"You DID do it! You said it was an accident!"
"That doesn't mean I actually did it! Especially if you never saw me do it! I never said it was me, I just said it was an accident! I thought we were friends!"
"We ARE! But there isn't anyone else around. There hasn't been anyone else around. Can you blame me?!"
"How about you trust me?!"
"Oh, c'mon! ~sigh~ Okay! I'll drop it! Have a good night, friend."
Man A removed the helmet and walked away. This time, Man B threw an even larger stone right at the back of Man A's head, knocking him unconscious.
The last night, Man A was a little down but tried to shrug it off. Man B didn't even notice his friend was troubled. They didn't drink at all this time. This time they just talked and bought the other customers drinks. As had become their custom, they hugged before parting ways. Just as soon as Man A turned to walk away, Man B revealed a knife and stabbed Man A in the back, killing him on the spot.
Those of the oppressed, how long will you be Man A?
Do not forget this parable.