When society ignores the blood-stained ground,
Sometimes hero’s emerge, like Thersites profound.
Bow-legged, hunched, with a limping gait,
An outcast to judge the world’s cruel bait.
Ugliest of men and women, ridiculed as a mismatch.
Even a broken mirror reflects what others fear to dispatch.
Called fools, yet the bravest fool dares to defy,
the false heroes’ arrogance and society’s unspoken lie.
Amidst the clamor of culture’s antagonistic inhumanity
Thersites dares to discuss the dissenting insanity.
A true hero, like Thersites, challenges the greedy,
when truth goes unsought, or Wealth steals from the needy.
Yet the false heroes are stern and quick to wield,
rumors as weapons to thrash the critic on the battlefield.
Cancel culture heralds “lessons” taught in lashes unkind,
for speaking truths against those who have twisted the mind.
Despised as a slave, Thersites, by any other name, the same tale.
Despised for verity to contend false words that assail.
Politicians are a scab upon this nation, the true loathsome sight.
The enlightening word of Thersites dares to speak what is right.
Thersites, the anti-hero, doesn’t accept their shades of gray,
Be Thersites, and convey the truth that many dare not say.
Ugly and beaten Thersites lives on, shamed and torn,
for in dissent, blaring, even hideous, freedom lost is reborn.
WoPoLi 
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