Heroes Have Time

At one point in our lives, we witness or even suffer injustice and oppression. During those moments, we dream of becoming a superhero to avenge our pains against our oppressors. We wanted to shout for justice despite its impossibility. What we say usually inflicts hatred and fear; hatred towards those who oppress and abuse and fear of not gaining justice.
The worst thing maybe is to lose hope and lose faith. Despite your willingness to fight, your spirit may be dismayed by many aspects. Sometimes, you wanted to scream out your hate but your voice seems to be lost and never be heard. Sometimes, you may choose to be blind despite the clear view of the injustices and abuses that oppressors commit in front of your naked eyes. Sometimes, you want to stand, raise your arms with a weapon and fight with all your strength but your feet just could not move. At that point, your heart may be clouded with burning spirit to fight. But, you just can’t.
Being a superhero may have crossed your mind a thousand times. But, you just can’t be for they are just an imagination that never had been real. At that point of failed attempts, you may have lost hope and entrust totally your life into the hands of those who softly weaken you and taking everything what you have and what you deserve. Righteous, fairness, hope, equality, and justice may have been words that no longer exist for they mean nothing at all.
As for me, I have once suffered oppression but I survived. But, the hardest part is to be a witness of the injustices and abusive conducts of those in power. Their money has become their mightiest weapon that their wealth is not even enough for they continue to forcibly take what a poor man has. What is left to him is his dignity, yet they still taking it by force. They are merciless mugger. They speak of fairness, reasonable and justice yet they don’t know what these words mean.
I hear their cries and complaints. I see their patience and sacrifices. I can feel their pain. But, I am not a hero to save them. I am disturbed by their scream and hunted by their twinge but I am not powerful to pull them from their prison. I am not that strong to stand and fight. I only have the heart to empathize and lips to say a PRAYER.
I may have watch superheroes but I don’t believe of their existence. But, I believe that each of us is a hero in our own ways. Each has a heroic heart. Only that, we do not need to be geared up with valuable uniforms and weapons to be one.
In my dream, I heard them cry again. Despite my willingness to speak for them, my lips are zipped and my hands are tied. I feel weak and weary and their pain is making me numb. Behind my mind is a voice telling me that even superheroes have time. “This isn’t the right time. Everything will fall into its place. Justice will definitely shine against oppression. Like a plant when planted, it begins as a seed that needed to be cared for to grow up as a beautiful plant. Everything needs time and patience. Even superheroes train and sacrifice to be strong and intelligent for a strenuous battle. Patience molds wisdom and sacrifice develops strength. Listen, even heroes have their time…”