Poetry : A King's Poverty

Questions

I'm supposed to be your superman.
I'm supposed to be your shield.
I'm your armor.

I'll take the bullets, the pain and save you always in the end.

But eventually that shield breaks, that armor gets worn and beaten.
Even superman is weakened by an element of a different earth.

What do you do though?

Do you pick up another shield or do you repair me?

Do you patch my holes and stitch me together? Or do you grav another?

Do you drag me away or do you leave me to die?

I'll take that final bullet that'll end me but save you.

I'll take that final hit thatll end me but save you.

I'll fight for you even when I know I'll lose and die as long as your safe.

I'll sacrifice myself to save you without doubt or hesitation.