Tattered remains

Tattered remains of grace and humility

Strewn about like confetti in the wind

But this is no celebration

Honor and friendship now dishonor and hate

Tact and dignity now bombast and loathing

Friends shuffle away, remembering the good times

As foes rattle their sabers

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