POEM - Supers

Some people want to read minds

because they’re too insecure

to be interesting of their own accord

  

I want to topple the corruption

which pits worker against worker

so that their pockets can be

more readily picked

…

Some people want to control the wind

because it’s the simplest sense of power

they’ve allowed themselves to imagine

  

I want to help humanity travel

beyond our singular, solar cradle

so that our spark outlives the Earth;

fanning out among the stars

…

Some people want to see through objects

because then they’d know what everyone

looks like beneath their clothes

I want to end each call to war

(having bloodied the whole of our history)

so that no one ever has need

of a weapon again

…

Some people want to slow time at will

because they believe it would save them

from any incoming danger

  

I want to engineer a less death-prone form

than what we were provided by Mother Nature

so that the mere act of living

feels like a superpower

…

Some people want their heroes

to entertain them with an existence

they’d never seek for themselves

  

But I want my heroes

to teach us how we might,

in turn, cause the world to be better;

to eventually return their favor of rescue