Prudential Poetry/Prose

A deal for honor..........................................................by Cassiopeia Raine

Has honor seen its defeating day,
on a battle field, where no arms were raised?
The truth, of which, for that was fought,
in retaining integrity's sake. 
Have unknown hands, given it over?
And again over, as crimson and clover, 
in fields where along the waste roadsides lay. 
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                   ....Do closed eyes not see, compromises long term tolls? 
.......................A gambler blind, knows the odds, as the dice he rolls.

What prize can we then expect, from the expense of this cost?

Conformability and acceptability, and all other itys,
as the new moral makers, proclaim with rulers held high.
A new society, this higher scale, they say will insure,

that behind you will not be left,
........................................the cold not to feel,
................................................your heart not to chill
.........................................................for you, your children they will watch,
................................and justice will come in a demanded clutch,
all for a simple smile back, at capitol hill.
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                     .Even so, the deals in peacetime, will not be kept
              for those that make the promises, soon forget
......................  and those who render over their souls, regret.
........................the path back home, becomes lost, being unkept.

You say there's no remnants of a fight being fought,
no ashes, no dust, no deathly stench in the air.
True.
At different times, different men once long hard fought,
to win for their family's their freedom, upright in way
No hamburger today for which the morrow would pay.
All of mother societies propagation's, glitter and gold
and out right demands backed by power,
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                                          for these they did not hold.
..........................A fight was fought, that broke freedoms mold.

What we have to lose, is what they had gained. 
For all success to be kept, in truth it must be maintained. 
Is their success lacking, having need to be improved upon. 
Are we at liberty to value their blood sheds worth, come on, 
altering it, till it becomes the very same they fought against

Do we have that better way of life, as fought for? 
As generations upon generations, hope had clave. 
Have we seen the measure of the clouds stretch beneath. 
as we soared through the sky, in a victory flight 
having attained all that our highmindedness believed,... it would ...Is this it?
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