Paladin

No longer glue, 'brotherhood!' rallies none
to join as one, arms locked in welded aim.
Just how this honored bonding came undone
describes the dowsing of our tribal flame.
We are not one people. The nightly news
reports each ideology its due.
The churches claim 'sole path', to pack their pews,
while endless spin insures that nothing's true.
Real loyalty's a promise locked in place
by hearts of oak, with wills like steel and stone-
now rare, as men adore no inner grace,
and satisfying self is all they've known.
This life is pointless poop, if at the core
You don't love Pleasure less, and Honor more.