I want a hero – but then, don’t we all?
A life to follow, deeds to idolise:
the tales re-told to kids with starry eyes
and aspiration, hope – a dream; a call
to all that, since we stood, made us stand tall,
and peek over horizons; made us rise
above the rocks and chase tomorrow’s skies –
to grasp the godlike once before we fall.
Now, paragons like these are hard to find:
where’s honour now? And whither chivalry?
When did it get so wrong to just be kind,
and live a life of love and charity?
But, as a hippie (which is obvious),
I see the hero deep in all of us.