The Heroes We Do Be

When did you first see them,

Images behind your eyes?

Waves of anger surging,

Black hatred realized.

Scenes of mothers weeping

The helpless father’s sighs.

The stricken child dies.

For nothing, words and sympathy,

To stifle painful cries.

Listen to the uproar,

To all the vicious lies!

Who will come to rescue?

Who will play the role?

Who will find the magic,

Who will pay the toll?

And then you’re forced to realize,

Only then you come to see,

If you want to find some answers

Sole from you they’ll come to be.

Here you dream your secret visions,

Stumble on your secret missions,

Blindly trace internal coding,

Motives that your brain is loading,

Fates and actions have been cast,

Indelibly written in your past.

The scene your mind, it thus displays,

Whatever path you tread or try,

For you a hero’s role portrays,

Answers, when the world’s awry.

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