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

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms. View more posts