Unsung and unwept is the true hero: A poem 

In wisdom, choices of free will 

are a path to resist evil 

For in living the lie 

does conscience hopelessly die 

Minds that do not deign 

cannot avoid material pain 

But lies the true success 

in ignoring establishment’s duress  

Virtue is indifference to advocacy’s haunts 

And the simile of icons 

For their glory is brittle as glass 

Food is in the fire not in the brass 

Though goodness is a millstone that burdens 

the steeplechase is run with the hurdles 

The true hero is the one who bleeds 

unsung and unwept for his deeds