The Local Hero

The Local Hero

The man visits the desk

But does not come out alive

The swing of the axe

As furtive as the old temptress

who plays the race card

I came across a man on parole

Well read, humane viable

Deaf to the riddiculous

Black in humour

Despite his rustic face

Who crys

Only the women and

children

Why cry when you are

a local hero

I am supposed to be Dual Heritage

I find myself digging my own garden

My love has made me a popular cause

She opposes the sentence I have

hung around my neck

I fend off the local hero

He is out there

Be they Muslim, Jew or Christian

Sometimes I am empty

I swig callobrated Gin

But God knows the best

part of me

I am the local hero's hero

I visit the desk

And politely grin

after coming out alive