Young ones, look at these heroes.
Their capes flowing in predetermined wind.
Saving those that need assistance
from barbarous villains doing evil.
What they don't tell innocent ears
is that you are the common people
and the cape has to be earned,
the wind must be learned.
What they don't tell innocent ears,
is you're more likely to be the villain
terrorizing humankind for your selfish gain,
a bane to the world.
Young ones, look at these heroes,
overwhelmed and unrewarded.
The winds of fortune silent.
Which would you rather be?
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesiaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
