A soft and fleshy mortal part,
Not hard-encased in gems and gold,
Immortal splendour, dead and cold.
Honour knows that others live,
Work and struggle, care and give;
Keeping faultless faith with these
Is honour’s way to feel at peace.
Honour scorns the bully’s path,
Easy anger, causeless wrath,
Trampling on the poor or weak;
Instead it’s honour’s help they seek.
Find a man who “honour” claimed,
But deeds done in the struggle shamed,
’Haps for power, ’haps for fame —
Doubt the claimant and the claim.
— 21 Nov. 2012
[The Suno AI has composed and performed a tune for this song:]
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