Superhero
With the vast pile lurking,
To avenge their perceived lack of utility,
They are ready to seep in,
To destroy the land,
Ready to float to contaminate,
Ready to burn to intoxicate,
That’s when there is sack of hope,
An unknown barefoot warrior walks in,
No mask,
Just tattered clothes and a sack,
Quite familiar,
Spotted, doesn’t matter, nobody cares for the moving trash,
He explores the stench,
Buries his feet deep,
Moves ahead with a false safety hunch,
Fights cuts, infection, diseases, poverty, humiliation, harassment,
With pain within,
He fills…
He fills…
He fills the sack with all poisonous filth,
It’s his ammo to fight the next day,
He is strong,
Brave,
Fast,
Tough,
Smart,
Helpful,
Indeed a superhero…
Yet stays fictional,
Totally discarded,
In the eyes of the insensitive human race.
