Know Not the Martyr, Yet Heed to his Word

I like this poem, but it's kind of old (seventh grade). Anyways, without further ado, here goes:

Know Not the Martyr, Yet to His words

Your actions show right,
Yet your names are all but unsaid.
Think your life lived in blue
Would look much better in red.
You would gladly die from them;
Or kneel in their stead,
Grovel and groan,
And in the end end up dead.
To live and to not comes
With a grain of salt,
But to give all your mercy
Is like barley and malt.
Hold short to your foolishness,
And keep close your liberties.
Know and be known,
Yet see not your accomplishments
To be made in vain.
Seek for a future without strife,
A future where man lives not by the knife.
Tarry not to your ending,
But leave the middle a merry.
To be without sadness,
Glee,
Or great tedium.
Live not as the meekest man,
And know not the martyr,
Yet heed to his word.
-A moral poem (sort of)...