A Poem by Scott De Buitléir

Or: "Not Every Lattè Is Some Classist Sin"

I am not your hero. 

I am not your socialist saviour, 
Or wordsmith soldier sent to summon the disillusioned 
To rise and protest (yet again
Of all those things the capitalists invented. 

I am not your hero. 

I am not your populist poet 
Your salt-(on wounds)-of-the-earth 
Man of the people, placing bets 
That they're on history's good side, this time. 

I am not your hero. 

I am not the coarse-tongued bard 
Cursing freely in verse to those mad 
At anyone other than the downtrodden 
For where comfort lives, an enemy lies. 

I am not your hero. 

I am not some suffering soul; 
Neither pitiful pain inflicted in yesteryear, 
Nor in queer-qualified fury at everything and
Anyone swimming down the mainstream.

I am not your hero. 

Let those who've caught the people's pulse 
Lead battle cries against landlords and laws, 
My muses dwell not within news of this day, 
But to name my own path, and know which way I came, 

I am not your poet; 
Instead, I am my own.

© 2019 Scott De Buitléir

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Added on January 12, 2019
Last Updated on January 12, 2019
Tags: middleclass, economy, inequality, protest, austerity, wealth, politics


Scott De Buitléir
Scott De Buitléir

Cork, Ireland

Hello! I write poetry on a range of themes, from identity to relationships, and from languages to LGBTQ history. I use Writer's Café to publish new poetry, but I also have some books publis.. more..