Young Heroic

Young Heroic

            On my 6^th birthday I received the greatest present that would shape my creed for the rest of my life. From that day on I never wanted to go into the quiet night without having saved at least one person in my life. This is my complex of being a Hero.

It was a proud day Mom stitched the cape

Never would have know it from windows’ drape

In a land of smoke, and fire, burning rubble

Stands a young man¾ a dreaming marvel.

Above he boasts an Afro and just below all bulging muscle

Death defying, cloud flying to the trouble.

No harm will beat me to your yell

I will come to all you damsels.

Why am I the only one who sees the need

A demand for capes there for you I will be.

Who would have thought so many would be crying out

The world is filled with ill, never so close to dying out.

Where are all those heroes?

Where are all those super heroes?

I swore that I’d protect wherever I landed

But it’s getting hard to separate the saints from the satanic  

Conspired in their own non-survival

Inside all of us is our biggest rival.

We all truly are the hero and the villain

You all stand froze, hearing a truth so chilling

Half of me will look out in disgust; the other will fly up out the ceiling

The villain just kicked over the building.

But before it hit the ground the hero flew around

And put it on his shoulders; the villain yelled

Every asteroid you smash, and bomb flown to space

You’re not saving us from danger; you’re keeping danger safe.