Nobility(Everyone Wants to Be...)

A Poem by Demyra

My perception of our everyday hero.

Stand proud before the guns of society,
Suicidal? I question your sobriety,
I question your sanity,
do you indulge in your vanity?
Stand there and smile,
while your heart becomes a smear on the tile.

Everybody wants to fight a losing battle,
everybody ends up herded like cattle.
Suicide missions, I don't understand,
to die in blind hope, you call THAT a man?
Everybody wants to be a hero,
everybody wants to make fear go.
So you call it noble to raise your head to the pitch black sky?
Rather than search for light...I can't help but wonder why.

Stand proud...stand shattered, stand numb,
Told you, our knives in these gunfights are just dumb.
I told you before we didn't stand a chance,
but you dove face first into fate without second glance...
Stand proud hero, die strong,
after all, you knew you'd lose all along.

Nobility-or the art of futility?
Tattered cape fallen savior.
Wanna-be-never ever wanted to see,
Left with nothing but a defeat to savor...

It's true, we'll all crumble down,
it's true, of all the heroes found...

Everybody wants to fight a losing battle,
everybody ends up herded like cattle.
Suicide missions, I don't understand,
to die in blind hope, you call THAT a man?
Everybody wants to be a hero,
everybody wants to make fear go.
So you call it noble to raise your head to the pitch black sky?
Rather than search for light...I can't help but wonder why.

Love, protection, desperation,
death.
When you can't gather enough,
there's nothing left.
You lose.

Everybody wants to fight a losing battle,
everybody ends up herded like cattle.
Suicide missions, I don't understand,
to die in blind hope, you call THAT a man?
Everybody wants to be a hero,
everybody wants to make fear go.
So you call it noble to raise your head to the pitch black sky?
Rather than search for light...I can't help but wonder why.