Not All Actions Have Hero's
No more need
to think but
feel
The suffering
that my hero felt
The hero with no mask
The one who asked nothing
Yet spoke envy
Envy of the light
that never stayed
As it swayed upside down
Matching the steps of pain
Emerging with the cries of help
Dissolving with the masses
Awaiting the new mask
This poem is about:
Our world