Stick by dignity (Dear Sisters): A poem 

You are sidelined because you don’t have two faces 

You have worked hard and touched dedication’s bases 

You may wonder how the callous snub of fortune races  

even though you had your head in all the right places 

There is no gesture for idealism; idealism locked horns 

A straightforward anathema for the ones with the con 

You wore no mask weighing reward’s pros and cons 

Yet, the incorruptible shipwreck on every lost island is reborn 

Your cutlery is stolen, your fabric is ripped before it’s woven 

You feel the burn out like something burnt out in the oven 

The milk has curdled and there’s nothing else to drink 

You have felt disillusionment that noble ideals always sink 

Let it be! Never mind! The acts and deeds are well defined 

Staunch are honour and dignity, even if not in cash and kind 

There is never an honest soul lost; the gumption will find 

a lasting impression and place in the most divine mind