Honour’s of the human heart — 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
