He Isn't A Vigilante Poem by Mark Heathcote

He Isn't A Vigilante



There's a hero who's given up the fight
Tired of always doing what's right.

His blood is thicker than water
For the whole human race
Is like a brethren brother
But even heroes need to take stock —
Drawback and sleep in their quarters.

"Question, why do I wield a sword
For foe or friend, I'm not a vigilante
So why do I always fight the dragon?
Slay the seven-headed demon".

Oh, there's got to be an end:
There are times I too just want to run
And cry and hide
Being righteous always isn't much fun
Licking my wounds alone none of that loving aftercare.
Is like living in hell,
Oh, oh, oh why should I care?

There's a hero who's given up the fight
Tired of always doing what's right.

But in truth, he can't change
His blood is thicker than water
For the whole human race
Is like a brethren brother
So he'll fight he'll charge into the carnage
Into the inferno wielding his blade his sword alone
For his foes or a friend
Whoever's need is most he'll fight until the end.

He isn't a vigilante
He's just a hero who'll never give up on the side of right.
Immeasurably his courage only wants to right a wrong
His heart wants only to stand in the unit ranks of yeomanry
Till his soul is slain or taken home for real rightly.

Thursday, February 12, 2015
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