He was a true hero,
you know the unselfishness kind,
the ones who would risk their own lives,
no applause, with only distrust
as their thanks…
even from the very ones they protect…
a hero known as a freak,
color of death (only by tales of the ignorant)…
a hero who speaks rough
tactless to a fault,
but nevertheless helps the ones
who can’t help themselves…
a hero who bonds with outcasts
shunned by the populace for whatever reason.
Hated by the authority for obvious ones,
why, damn why do they give a fuck?
Why care for taking bullets and receiving them as well?
Why give a care for nothing in return?
To be ignore like a shadow.
To be overlook like a flicking light blub in the dark streets.
To be called a hero..
by the downtrodden,
the hard workers of less glamorous jobs,
who is this hero,
that gives their lives
for a society who hates
time to find out September of 2012!!!
(artwork done by Joel “Yoel” Charles an F. Kenneth Taylor of St. Louis, MO copyright of Shadowkill issue 1 project 2008).