'Villain' Poem by Charles Monroe

Though I try to be as honest as I can
They'll call me Villain.
For I can see the truth about the lies
That they conceal.
The non-hero zero to the hearts
Of Men and Women,
The Champion of the Children
With the empty guts to fill.
Though villainous by name I'm a
Sponsor for the righteous
Though evil seeks my people
Like a virus, like a plague,
And poverty beneath me
Here to greet me as I write this,
For even with the brightest
Darkness enters window panes.
A villain of religion and of Country
And of Goodness
They blame it on my ‘hoodness’
And they blame it on my kind,
For time and time again they
Will label us as hoodlums,
Though guilty, fraud and filthy
They will not admit their crime.
While the Children, keep on crying
Without food or penicillin
Making millions off the dying,
And they say that I’m-
The Villain.
P.X
11-26-13 2: 00 a.m.