Your Superhero

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, so said Gandhi. But what do you do in a world blind not because they can't see, but because they choose not to. Where are we headed? In cases of a simple ignorant majority, where does the one seer stand? Dismissed. Walked over. And no soon, forgotten.

I wanna be your superhero. Righting the smallest of wrongs, in the rightest of wrong ways. No, I may not be able to rescue innocent people from a burning building in time; I may not be able to prevent a flood of water from overpowering our society. I will stand not against Mother Nature, but against this growing uncaring nature of people. The innocent shall be rescued, saved from the fate that the blind, uncaring robots of society deliver today, and everyday they stay blind. The little puppies, the old wounded dog, the bird in her nest with fresh eggs, all targets of the wretched spawns of ignorant copulating machines that have surfaced like slag from a refinery, only to stand in the way of the sun shining for the good few. Innocence isn't lost, it is suppressed; sometimes not by the soul, but by other daemons that lurk among us, wearing the face of society, with a voice louder than any action they could ever produce.

So here I stand, wishing, waiting. If only I could burn the culprits with my thoughts, or stop time only to enjoy their dismemberment; it would be my fuel. Watching the disbelief of the face of the innocent as I commit what they would never do even if they wanted to, because their innocence wouldn't allow it. If the sick of mind roam free, why can't the watchers. I choose to be one, yet I fear what may happen on account of my actions for good. Evil roams in packs, it's everywhere, and sometimes good can only stand and endure that slow, helpless feeling of heartbreak. I will keep trying, in my own little ways. For I know any idiot can break stuff; it takes love, effort and patience to create something worthwhile.

An eye for a cracked skull then, that's how I would work. If only...