I tire, the child in me says,
Of broken gory Paladins
Who are gold that doesn’t glitter
Whose Rouges’ hands are dripping with dirt
But whom history sees as saviors, as Sam Gamgees,
When they would make even dictators manipulative as Palpatine
Seem like saints.
Give me the knights of old
The hero kings and their followers
Yes, I know, they were fiction
Made to hold up an ideal
Since reality was unsatisfactory, muddle, gory,
Loyalty traded like coins under a deck,
And
Yet, I crave those false tales
For they were there to create a world fairer
Than the ones they were brought into,
And isn’t that humanity?
So yes, the child demands,
Give me Paladins and Clerics and Heroes
Devoted to good gods and causes,
Devoted to kindness perhaps,
Friendship their boon and bane
The world, a better place, in their hands,
Well-earned their fame,
Their sacrifice not unrealistic
But
A bacon!
GIVE ME!
The line of self-caring heroes
Who save the world, yes,
But do it together,
Do it with breaks
Who live by the adage
You can’t save the world y your lonesome
But
You can touch a life with kindness and prudence
And perhaps, they’ll do the same
And onwards the dominos will fall,
Till the world is saved,
Without anyone lost to the hero-complex.
GIVE ME!
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