The dusk of chivalry
The age of chivalry has passed,
but chivalry lives on in men
whose honor and instinct
survive in the face of ridicule and revolution,
in spite of political propaganda
distributed by androgynous drones
as the infallible truth of a progressive world
with no place left for gentlemen.
A world where mutilated values are
paraded before our sons
and sung as mantras of the day
by fickle knights in tin-foil armor
flaunting capricious deeds and
shedding integrity in pursuit of
fifteen minutes of infamy
and a glamorous trophy wife.
Most have little hope
as they inherit a legacy
of squandered dignity
with no clue how to reclaim it.
But hope lives on in a few
uncommon men of quiet strength
lying dormant in anonymous lives
until a new revolution calls them out
to exemplify what men should be,
bringing back the valiant love of a woman,
with decency and chivalry,
for the good and honor of all.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
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