the hero

is more needed
from what is already
where to cram more greed in
a head that is heavy

a heart with a hole
a face with a frown
a life in a mold
hangs a man with a crown

once there was love
happiness and fruits
all gifts from above
but lost to the noose

forgotten alone
his crown turns to dust
along with his bones
the result of his lust

where is the hero
the purity of truth
he is now as a zero
his defeat is the proof