Once I awoke with the morning
Chanced to see beyond the mirror
Pretty much of what I savor
In it I saw a young savior
Sometimes I feel it’s a horror
There are more tyrant than I can mirror
In mw we have the least vigor
These thoughts I can’t wash away in liquor
These are really hard times
Ones where we need heroic cries
Heroes we lay confidence in without price
Heroes who will calmly restore peace
All around are no sing of heroes
Dead are the ones born out of furors
We should get now out of our burrows
So we can grow with the strength of the willow
Witness the birth of the new generation heroes.
Source: PoemHunter Poetry Series, 2013.