Being loyal is like a child
Clinging fast to its mother's hand.
It is a survival instinct,
Which honesty cannot command.
One is loyal for a target.
Loyalty is task specific,
Time bound and space bound in approach.
In its place enters no mercy.
Being loyal undermines shame,
Defers logic, ignores justice
And works against one's conscience.
A loyalist might succeed or succumb.
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