Charge Of The Gray Brigade Poem by Ovidd

honor
is but reward
for what a part
of humanity
deems worthy,
it is not universal
there is no solidity of perfection
attributable
to it nor anything
it represents,
it is no monolith
of respect nor
unbreakable belief
it is but truth
its amoebic mass a bouquet
wrapped in pretty ribbons
manageable by those
in control
an emblem to dogma
a badge for its minions
granted by the selected few
to those
who ride on and on and on
into the mouth of hell