Who’s a superhero?
Someone with cool powers?
A guy who can lift cars
And fly up towers?

Nope, nope, nope.
Those things are fiction.
But heroes do exist,
It is my conviction.

Their actions are pure
Just like their intent.
They only want to cure
And lend a helping hand.

We have a surplus of weapons,
From grenades to machine guns
Which are used to demolish
Anything in its path.

A true hero will instead
Protect those in danger,
And help them rebuild homes
To rest their weary bones.

They’ll provide them with food
And remind them of hope
And cheer them up
So that they never mope.

Their love is crude
And the most true.
We need more heroes
Like you.