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Honour

Who gets payed for honour?

Bloody bandages

Loss of limbs

That only scims

The surface

pornography of disaster

Or would you rather

Look away

I no longer can

Not enough time

People to meet

I always lived

On easy street

But a man restores

Can make a difference

Not just plaster

Over walls

Already broken

Soaking in the blood

Of those who came before

No reverence paid

But the calls haunt me

I hope that’s understood

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