Man has a choice to live a life of honour,
Or that of a biological creature,
Just a lump of fresh,
But man seems to be born with a sense of duty,
To his fellow men,
He will seek conquest of deep oceans,
Transcendance of the blue sky,
And unravelling the mysteries of universe,
Through the ages men have lived by wisdoms,
As found in their words of honour,
By whose words, men are judged,
Some as light as froths,
Others the beacon that shines in the universe,
Whatever men are, they have their stations,
By which to fulfill this life with honour.
