(for Real Heroes)
Think nothing of your movie heroes
Plastic coated with perfect noses,
chiselled jaws and smelling of roses.
Now, think for a moment of reality;
a reality that is raw,
that’s in your face and now, and more;
its deprivation, pain and blood
and fear, real fear, a taste of mud,
of fire or brine and feel the sweat
that chills the skin like death, and yet,
when faced with their mortality,
real courage let them go again
… and go again … and go again!
Think only of Real Heroes, then.
© 2010 John Anstie
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