Too Much for Little Superman

by | Jun 27, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

The world is finally united
to bring the champion down—
no other will can fight it
or take away a crown.

To put the meat and feed
those little chicks appalled
at a world of all they need;
quenching is forever stalled.

Sweating a day in and a day out
on the face all left is but a grin;
all humility vivid with every shout
to bite the hand that feed’s a sin.

Bear the world’s bearing on you—
a vessel so tried so trusted
to run every course straight and true,
to hold and never get the course adjusted.

A dream one day you will hone
the spirits of the world a horse—
to travel there you must ride alone,
a superman against all the world’s force.

Too much for little superman—
a price tag for every kiss and every hug
watching the world being raped for free,
the only nonsuffering is a thug.

Too much for little superman—
positivity could not defeat a tear
on the cheek of a man and blood
on every inch of his palms smear.

Too much for little superman—
to bear the burden of every man,
humiliation and true world’s scorn
then ironically still be called—SUPERMAN.


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