Our Hero,
At this moment,
Did not wish
To be the Hero,
The leader,
Who made unorthodox choices,
And broke glass ceilings.
At this moment,
Our Hero wants to be a regular man,
He wants to have a day job,
A grocery list to buy,
And a family with
a couple of children.
He did not wish to face any challenges,
Not even as small as climbing a mountain,
Let alone fighting a battle.
He wants the
Romantic embrace of his lover.
At this moment,
He does not wish to think about
The moment that led to this mayhem:
Call of Duty, some said
Fight for humanity, others said.
O' Hero, lead the charge,
We will fight with sticks and stones,
Lead us into the holy battle,
Where we can lay our lives
in service of the great nation,
many of them said.
Our Hero, because we call him a hero,
Was a fool, felt his chest swell with pride,
Blinded by the cacophony of morality,
Led an untrained and unprepared army
He watched them die
At the hands of the enemy.
At this moment,
Our Hero is running away,
From the battlefield,
Not counting the dead,
Not caring for the injured,
or about the countless widows
and orphans, but
hoping to find a haven
and normal life.
Our Hero is indeed a coward man.
