The Whole Poem

The honor poem I posted earlier wasn't exactly finished... I thought it was, but then I found that  I could use it for a school project.

It now ties in with the story of the Lost Boys of Sudan (and girls but mostly boys).  These boys trekked over a thousand miles to get away from the war in their country- until a refugee camp was created for them in Kakuma. Most of the young people saw their families slaughtered in front of their own eyes.They continue to live with these memories, but amazingly most of them are mentally stable. To learn more watch the documentary "God Grew Tired of Us" (this is the video I viewed in my geography class). I know the title may sound a little morbid, but the boys in the film are so lighthearted and full of a zest for life. And... Honor! Speaking of which, here is the full poem:

Honor in a box, Honor in a bag,

Honor on a shelf, honor with a tag.

Honor in a store, honor in a name.
Honor isn’t like that; it isn’t quite the same.

Honor can’t be purchased, but it does come with a price.
Honor must be earned, not given out like good advice.
Honor is received by the diligent and brave.
For the best at heart, true honor is saved.

Are you qualified for honor? Do you have what it takes?
Are you a hero to your neighbors- although you make mistakes?


Making a difference, changing the world
Causing a new vista to be unfurled.

Actions as such, are those of Panther and John.
They set an example for others to act upon.
The Lost Boys have it and you can too,
Honor is waiting, calling for you.

Give heed to my words, answer Honor’s cry;
Be your best, do your best, and it will help you fly.