THE KRONIKLER

Dear Hero,

When society envisions you today,

The minds of some tend to be led astray,

By wayward imaginations that often may

Include an ordinary being

Changed in an extraordinary way.

 

Dear Hero,

When many think of you,

They think of a super-powered being

Clad in red and blue,

Or a group of misfits who stick together,

And fight crime, too!

 

Dear Hero,

We love to imitate our perception

Of you and the many costumes you’re dressed in,

Holding conventions, parties, and more.

Doesn’t it all sound like fun galore?

 

Dear Hero,

Let us hope that people don’t forget

That there were many brave individuals who went

To fight and die for us in solemn events

Which we still regard with heavy lament.

 

Dear Hero,

Let us hope that this world understands,

That others like you are prepared without the slightest demand,

To defend those who they are trained to care for,

And to go to utter limits to save them, and more.

 

Dear Hero,

Let us hope that those who you protect realize,

That you are not defined by background, skin color, or eyes

But by the determination that you have to succeed

When those you protect are in great need.

 

Dear Hero,

I know that we sometimes see you

As a fictional character who always pulls us through

The many situations approached in life

But you are more than one who relieves us of strife.

 

Dear Hero,

You are one who cannot be defined very simply,

For your origin varies, and your colors are many.

 

Dear Hero,

You are more than what anyone would expect,

You are the very same people that you protect.