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On My Honor



Indeed, on my honor. (y)

The honor of self is suppressed by self.
The self of honor is tarnished by self.
On my honor ----

This honor is masked by the deceit of the world;
This world in which we live.
We say with our mouth and plan in our hearts,
But commitment, we fail to give.

In our minds, we convince ourselves that tomorrow never comes.
It comes when we least expected.
It brings to us the results of the lies we’ve told;
So we’re not respected.

On my honor ----

This honor we redress each and every day.
This pride we destroy hither.
This vow we break, right after we say,
“I promise in my honor”.

Day by day, at the break of dawn
We pledge this to our country.
But when dusk sounds his alarm at us,
We break the promise in a hurry.

On my frigging honor----

Mercy for our heads! (y)
This generation knows not the meaning of honor.
Punishment for our behinds!
We lack the dignity expected of citizens!

So the next time you promise on your honor,
Take the time to check the honor.
For it might not be enough. (y)

On my frigging honor!

#Dheric_Da_Poet (y)

#Vacation_Series_2 (y)

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