Heroes - Poem by Peter Hall
Heroes born and heroes bled
Heroes that live and fill our head
We need heroes so we can be lead
Is there a real true hero?
Are they our coloured football stars
Or speedsters who drive those F1 cars
Adventurers discovering lands afar
Is there a true Hero?
Surely they are our missionaries faceless
Community workers who remain nameless
Mums and Dads who give themselves selfless
Surely they are true heroes.
But there's a Man who bled and died
Allowed Himself to be despised
Conquering death for victory's side
Do you know this true hero?
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