Hidden Honour

In a time,
where there is,
no honor in the heart,
of the average man.
Where there is,
no sense of,
one and only.

Where it seems,
everybody is out,
for everybody.
Where it seems,
it takes many wrongs,
to figure out the right.

Buried beneath,
the wrongs,
and the mistrust.
Buried beneath,
the past,
and the future.

Presently,
I think I've found,
my right.
Presently,
it will take time,
for it to be fact.

For thou,
I shall wait,
the time.
For thou,
I shall not,
give up.