Heroes, if you believe the press,
Play sports or maybe sing;
They endorse new shoes and aftershave
And other useless things.
They have a house at the best address
And acolytes, that cling;
It seems they always misbehave—
Just flotsam, sold as bling.
Meanwhile, in the world out there,
On each and every day,
Normal people just struggle by,
In any way they may.
In a world that doesn’t seem to care,
Strength comes in many shapes;
These are the real heroes of our time:
Unsung but on display.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013