Real heroes
Are in the dark
Not by choice;
By society's standards.
Like arrows
They are kept in the back
So we can't hear their voice
Leave alone their words
Their actions ,noble
Their achievements, unsung
Publicly , invisible
Yet on their shoulders, our lives hung
From the dirty gardeners
To the hospital cleaners
From underpaid gatekeepers
To the cyclists and drivers
They're lonely
In their own worlds
Working tirelessly
To be our shields
Some teach us
To live lives
That they, themselves
Dream of
We are blind
To their roles
We leave them behind
To celebrate their achievements as our own!
Without even a hello ,
We command them
Condemning them to loneliness
When in our company.
They are the unsung heroes
The unappreciated knights.
