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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