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Poetry: “Chivalry”

The word, the concept, the ideal, the illusion.

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Chivalry

Chivalry is dead
In times when Guinevere
Would stand on barricades
And march along
Her sisters by her side
Where women walk
Home at night
With mace clutched in their hand
Where men take all the liberties
Leaving none for us
And use the name of “God”
When it suits them best
In days like these
When suits have all the say
Yet claim to speak
For all of us
When men start wars
And wage them
While standing miles away
Where bodies fallen
Are merely numbers
On a page
And lines are crossed
And broken
Leaving nothing but rubble
And chivalry
Is buried underneath

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