John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,348 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

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.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

An incident on Brooklyn's L subway line

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014



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