Poetry

Throughout the city yells ring out
“we need a hero!”
But who is gonna listen to them?
Who is going to give up everything for them?
No one is stepping up and no one is taking a bow
Every person is in it for the greed
A backstabbing waiting to happen to the unexpected
Only one comes with no sly trick, or slick mind
No double purpose or hidden razor
He is called a savior in the city and is
Known as one even after he passes away.