They try to come.
I push them away.
I've got to stay focused.
The mission can't wait.
Crime still runs rampant
in my city's poor streets.
The cops have gone crooked.
Those with power
turn a blind eye.
Who will fight
in the name of justice?
Who will fight,
if not I?
I survey my whole city.
I look out from my perch.
Swooping down to dole justice,
I fight long after it hurts.