Honor does not mean justice
Justice does not mean honor
And neither mean revenge.
Honor means something
Unique to each person.
It clings to his mother's skirts
Like a terrified toddler.
She weaves a story
That entices and calms
The conflicted soul.
It is in the soothing of his uncle's
Silky baritone voice.
He sings a lullaby that
Calms the nerves.
It seeps from my sister
As her charisma charms
The troubled mind.
It rests within my cousin
Whom I dream of
With his goodwill that
Put him at ease.
But for all they did for honor,
It had done nothing for them.
His cousin's gentle spirit laid at rest.
His sister's charisma has caused Ba Sing Se's streets to run red.
His uncle's steadfast mind is in ruins and I cannot bear to visit him.
His mother who once weaved tales of grandeur is gone.
He has seen people twist their so-called honor,
But He knew what it's true form: revenge.
They will claim it's justice.
(That's a lie. It's betrayal. Their honor is anything but honor).
What will he lose to honor?