Myth has its place in history
Strange thing no one owns up, who placed
it there
Legends crafted centuries ago from the
memory
Of humans who did a great job of
storytelling
Making men in their folklores come alive
Thus convincing mortal women to
make their wives
These heroes fought battles with unrivaled
forte
Dined with gods – and they evolved
into our gods today
Lived like they knew they were
making history
Were pious, pure yet sometimes petty
Humans commemorated their pronounced
lot
Hardly giving it any much thought
Though no one experienced their glorious
existence
Men worshipped and contended any lurking
resistance
It all began innocently as tales
Like the age-old story of humans
with tails
Still, there is that one or many
Who hardly achieved one or any
Of the exalted lot of our fêted Heroes
They may even pass in your
judgement as morons
Mere mortals who took interest in
you
Downtrodden yet fought battles for
you
Love and taught you to love another
Value you as the only thing that
matter
Streamline your desires and fashion
your ego
Losing their pride against their
own ethos
They share in your gay moments
Lighten up your grey moments
Big hugs that promised day
Hopeful smiles that lessens the
afflictions at night
These mortals appear larger than
life
Yet the clock of life is ticking
them out
They, bound on earth in constant
strife
Hoping that someday you’d bail them
out
Better yet acknowledge what they
did contribute
Not until its read from bleached
pages as tribute
Take a moment to look around you
You’d find your Hero - in many
mortal forms
Once you give up the myths and unfounded customs,
You’d find that your Hero was always seated next
to you.
Photo Credit: Agyemang Duah Kweku Jr. @Flickartstudios
By: Kenneth Atsu Dogbey
A Member of TDL
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