in present we grasp
the hero we think
the greatness compelled
I don't claim courage
for the man in camouflage
that fights children in gowns
a language he doesn't speak
a god he doesn't know.
My heart won't skip a beat
for the man living in plenitude
thy generosity is not god-given
decency is no feat to be applauded
simple gratitude suffices.
The hero rots in prisons
stands on the street day by day
plants, kneels, reaches, stands
the hero will not have shiny teeth
a brilliant smile
a pretty face.
No hymn will be sung to praise their name
he survived, she survived, they spoke out
they held a hand when no hand would have reached
they smiled, and called, and saved when neglect had reigned.