Man strives within this Universe to find what he may learn,
Yet some good luck can prove a curse, advantages to turn,
So even though the best arrive, and plan for each new day,
There is no way that all survive, not even though they pray.
Some pioneers will take a chance, and even risk their all,
Some wondrous research to advance that seems a miracle,
As if their lives to gladly give, if Man could profit still,
As if more than the dreams they live, not merely for a thrill.
And so it was strange energy beyond what Man had known
Came on those people and to bond within the flesh and bone,
Transforming every single one, no longer quite the same,
Their brand new lives had just begun! With one, a burning flame!
Another was invisible! With extra powers, too!
Another seemed invincible! What things the Thing could do!
Another stretched his body far! Like human plasticine!
Fantastic Four! That's who they are! And none could intervene!
While superheroes come and go, they stood the test of time,
The kind that we are proud to know, for each has proved sublime!
United as a team, of course, against what bad guys plan,
Fantastic Four upholds Man's laws, as long as each one can!
Denis Martindale. June 2021.
This poem is about the superheroes
collectively called the Fantastic Four!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem