Honour

The unkempt are held in contempt
By the tidy, never dowdy
And the rude, they intrude
On the peace of the nice
The gentle, accidental
Brought into view are few
The meddlers cause a muddle
In the mind of the kind
Those who defame are to blame
For the hurt of the heart
And the jealous relish
The feeling of passion reeling
The majority has authority
We are minor, but live with honour

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