Heroes

Heroes are born
In times like these
Voices become swings
At the enemy

The road to perdition
Was the soundtrack of their lives
Reduced to microscopic significance
Due to neglect by the masses

Neglect to object
At the subtle signs of oppression
First emerging from the collective mind
Then trickling down to performances
It takes a while
Even as one person is extinguished
A dozen- a score-a hundred
Perhaps equivalent to a quiver of protest
Maybe just ripe enough for the next redemption song

Heroes emerge
In times like these
In times of genocide-war-disease
In times when hell ceases to be a state of mind

Time is on our side
God is on our side
Who is on the side of the sacrificial lambs?
In another place in time
An uprising-and a hero
To be born.