To Be a Bad Man

The honor it takes,
is forever raised by the stakes.
To do the right thing,
no matter the sting.
To be proud of yourself,
while gathering dust on a shelf.
To know you could have changed it all,
all you had to do was fall.
Fall far, for the sake of making noise,
they won't even notice the change in poise.
Only the good in the act they would see,
but to stoop so low, is not in me.
It's easy to promote your qualities,
when you're the only one they see.
but to give freedom, and to give life,
is to give them up, and sacrifice.

Author's Note

To be honest, good guys do finish last, because it takes us longer to realize how to win. We all stoop low, after we've been kicked in the gut enough. Those that don't, had help.