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Honor, Please
(By R.P.Edwards)
Honor
Such a pesky thing
Requiring heart
And do
Much easier
To claim their ring
And blather tripe
In lieu...
Ron lay bleeding out on a colonial battlefield. It wasn't the musket ball that would end him (that Redcoat projectile merely disabled his right leg). No, it was the more accurate bayonet thrust that ripped his exposed middle and left him gasping and writhing a bit until the loss of blood completely stole his strength and caused his "nearly there" thoughts to blur. In his final moments he thought of family and faith along with a fading, desperate wish, "I hope it's worth it."
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The above excerpt is, of course, a fantasy. But the sentiment has roots. It's a simple truth that the best of our "Republic" was birthed and has been maintained by the blood of its defenders. And one such "benefit," is our (the citizens') right to choose via the ballot. It is therefore so disheartening that so many oppose simple measures to be installed and adhered to that would guarantee that the "vote" is true and not muddied by those who would defraud us.
Funny, some advocate for paper ballots that would be harder to counterfeit by containing a "water mark." This would go along well with the blood mark that every, single, ballot bears.
The poem continues.....
...But heroes now
Are needed
This moment ours
To seize
So let's ask the Lord
For courage, much
And a side of Honor
Please
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