A Hero Of The City Poem by John F. McCullagh

When evil intrudes into our day
So many are silent or turn away.
They back away, stare at the ground
Scarcely a hero can be found.
It was on the "L' train yesterday;
A man was beating on his child
A woman had the nerve to say
"Stop what you're doing
For it is vile."
You've heard the tale-
You know the rest
He turned on her
He ripped her dress
He lashed out and knocked her down
Our heroine lay there on the ground.
A heroine bloodied but unbowed.
New York would be a better town
If more like her would stand their ground
For evil cannot stand the Sun.
We need more heroes, but here was one.