Thursday, July 7, 2011



Honor that has been squandered
Cannot be redeemed at any price.
Stripped of that esteemed robe,
The Honorless stand exposed.

Raise the scaffold to the heavens!
Bare the shame of The Disloyal 
Who bereft themselves of dignity
For a false and fleeting joy!

The fire of noon reveals all,
Its retributive heat
Avenging the Thoughtlessly Discarded,
Drawing forth The Guilty's dross.

Onlookers gaze, gasping aloud
In contempt of such betrayal;
Quietly praising the deserving blow
Of Justice's Heavy Hand.

A new light, obscuring noon's, descends
Enveloping The Naked, and declaring,
"Though your sins be as scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow."

The crowd cowers fearfully as The Guilty
Re-emerge, Shameless. Gloriously robed.
Wielding freshly-cast measuring rods
Of iron-clad Mercy.

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