"How quaint." I heard with disbelieving ears,
Passe' said another, "Gone with the years."
A word I had spoke, caused slighting looks,
Did it now only exist in dusty books?
Where are the principles of the three musketeers,
Camelot, Roland, and others we held dear.
Where are the flags so bravely unfurled,
What has happened to this tired old world.
Where a word was sealed with only a shake,
no lawyers were called over a simple mistake.
Code Duello was often used,
to rectify principles that were abused.

Principles? Or a way of life,
Under the word, men died in strife.
What is the word I dance around?
HONOR
A concept that holds its ground.
To be honorable is to be true,
A truth inside to fit me and you.
Honor will not keep us from making a mistake,
But they will be honest and not a fake.
Has the world gone so far from this?
If so, then our ideals are certainly remiss.
A code by which only you can give,
One quite apparent by how you live.