All The Heroes Are Gone

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I need a hero,

But I don’t know where to look.

I see people masquerading as heroes everyday,

But no one really impresses me.

I went to the toy store

And only found plastic heroes

That resembled the ones I remembered,

But couldn’t save anything if they tried.

I went to the costume store

And found spandex suits

That the old heroes used to wear,

But they don’t give anyone any real power.

I went to the movie store

And found videos of the heroes

That they had starred in years ago,

But the videos couldn’t teach me how to find one.

I went to the appliance store

And found complicated tools

That the heroes would fight with,

But no normal person would know how to use them.

So I went to the department store,

And bought some ordinary clothes,

And I dressed as a hero would today.

I held up large signs coated in black sharpie lettering

And called out at the racing cars,

The walkers on the street,

And the store clerks seeking a profit,

But no one needed a hero except for me.

I walked to the streets of the city,

No longer colored in stark black and whites,

But in blues and reds and grays.

I stood on the sidewalk and cried out

For a hero to save me,

And no one came

Because no one knew where to look.



Heroic shades of white

Overlapping on a grassy field

A sound of blackness in the distance,

A herd of gunfire stampeding

With no remorse

But the man in the heroic pose,

His shoulders firm with a

Letter emblazoned on his chest, and

His multicolored cape swaying

Gracefully behind him,

Believes with pride that

The living innocents, the innocent innocents

Would stay unharmed and

Protected, so to speak,

With his heroic assistance.

“A hero is what these innocents need,

And that hero will be me,” he proclaims

With a voice louder than the

Horn of the heavens.

He flies into the fray regardless of the

Blizzard of bullets storming from all ends,

The innocents dying of wounds beside him

And with ignorance and

Perceived valor and

Perceived strength

And real bravery and


He’s gone,

Disappeared, missing in action,

Another sheep in the conveyor line,

Another ant stomped under the foot of

A more menacing power

Without the flowing cape, the

Strong pose, the

Generosity, the

Selflessness, the

Firm shoulders, the

Grace, or the


He was simply another ant,

But a stronger one,

Who did not let the idea of


Go to his head

Before the idea was mutilated.