traditions that is honor

are un-diminished

its like meditation

it carries hope and love in your soul

between every corner

there are women of truths

and men of honor

breaking the vicious cycle of violence

with reinvented kindness

teaching their young children

to respect

which is lacking nowadays 

in this day in age

the sun that represents peace

shines down 

on guardian 

of distant memory

in which he is rotting behind bars

locked away in a prision cell

the faith and cross

trophies of triumph

hanging from a shelf

in a house that is notorious known for gambling

signifiers

bearing the graphic image

of a long lost daughter

whose fragrance is purer than fake cologne in a street corner

passes like a strong wind

and days of a joyous return

like a cycle of four moons

they depart

and never returns