Affaire D' Honneur Poem by jackie compton

If there be no honor then why attempt to cloak a man
in glory.
The endeavor of man is to except life's challenge.
and challenge life as it should not be.
For it to is a affaire d'honnneur.

To prohibit a man the chance to succeed.
Is to make him something less than a man.
Wicket men lives for unjust reason.
Where as a noble man will die for a worthy cause.

One that lives for honor.
Need not fill the hurt to know the pain.
Nor does he need to hear the moan to know the sorrow.

If I am to perish.
Then let me perish in the right.
As God gives me the right to see the right.

If by dying these right are so preserved.
One person right to conceive freedom in his mind.
One man rights to believe in freedom.
One woman right to dream of freedom.
If by dying for a just cause he preserves one child rights to
live in freedom.

He would have done everything that was ask of him.
Not by a ungrateful nation.
But for a grateful king of Kings, and a great Lord of lords, and
a grateful God of Gods.
Who kingdom is not of this world.

For it has always been, and always will be.
A affaire d'honneur to serve