Wrong

A hero stood and spoke the truth,

Was called unwise, uncool, uncouth,

Was thrown out by the ruling men

But in the streets he spoke again.

His home was burned, his name was mocked,

His faith was tested, his world was rocked.

He was left penniless in shame

But when he spoke, he spoke the same.

He watched as liars took control,

Saw how untruths extract their toll.

The Earth collapsed beneath a word,

While the truth was spoken, yet unheard.

Left with no ground to stand upon,

When everything he loved was gone,

The Earth was ash, but still he stood;

He was the only one who would.

But from the ash a flower grew,

A cloud allowed the sunshine through,

A bird sang out a cheerful song

And the hero saw that he was wrong:

Life was good, so broken-hearted

The hero silently departed.