Hero Worship

You, the gifted one
With the countenance of fair symmetry,
With an intellect above the masses,
With enablements that inspire;
They, the masses, require you to lead,
To assert, dominate, and crush.
Yet you may be of the opposing disposition
And with meekness and regard do conduct your ways;
You walk in lowly trodden paths
And sleep where vagabonds lay.

Now then will you be scoffed at and maligned,
And relegated to the heap of human refuse,
For failing to be the hero
That huffs and puffs,
Is rude and gruff,
To the misaligned masses.