by David Safier
 Every time I hide behind you on the campaign trail like a coward, your image grows a little dimmer. Lately, I’ve watched you fade into the distance,day by day. You were a brave young lad. A little hot headed, maybe, but when the chips were down and it came time to show what you were made of, your sense of Honor shone through sharp and firm and clear. You braved it out. You stood your ground. But now, whenever someone goes after me, I don’t stand up and fight like you once did. Like I once did. I do what my handlers tell me and hide behind the brave, honorable man I used to be. Then I smile a weak smile and slink away, ashamed. I wonder if I still remember what Honor means. What am I doing? What have I done? |
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