POETRY

Heroes are bones in our conscious graves,

Perished in prisons, exiled in solitude.

And there’re traitors, imperfect idols, damaged goods

Who failed to live up to our ethical code.

 


Heroes are free, they don’t cost any

So it’s good to have a few, to use as we please.

Like the sardines, cream cheese,

And ketchup when we eat.

Next to bandage, cough syrup

An aspirin for quick relief.

They don’t take space

Shuffled in a pile of vintage photos,

Lost in our unread books.

 


At the age of injustice,

The pivotal points in history when

We’re bound to alter our fate,

Sluggish we are, to make a move.

Yet, our devious minds tell us what to do,

Callously play ignorant, act like we’re dumb.

We all sit silent in comfort of our zone,

Relegate the burden to heroes, our gullible fools.

 


We may applaud the valor of our courageous dolls,

Years later of course, after they die.

When it’s safe and convenient,

We commemorate their sacrifice,

In a chic gesture after a sip on wine.

 


It’s a shame, the deceptive game we play,

An infamy, to embrace such farce,

Molesting our heroes, just to get by in life.
 

Saeed