Pseudo Heroes

Though you roast and reel
Mourn yourselves!
Now like fallen stars,
To ashes reduced
By society now shunned and satirized
Sharp weapons you bore,
Now like dust blown
Now your head you avert
Your stupid head you conceal
From fire you improperly lit,
Charging, belching smoke out
Now you can nourish your eyes
With bitter fumes you produced,
Without doubt at your own whim.

Oh! No, you falling?
No, not you the heroes
No back up from the back
No masks for the shy undertakers
No more sites for reckless chauffeurs
Anyway take your survey then,
And provide for the chancers,
But in all cities all sites are closed
Close your doors carefully and securely,
Scheduling your steps and investments.