Feeling Lucky
I see a ring and pick it up.
Wondering if I've found luck.
Sparkle-ing, before me here,
And for a moment, forget my fear.
…
In Metropolis, no-one is safe.
Under tyranny, its people chafe.
Badniks, they're always out in force,
Brutality's par for the course.
…
But this little ring's brightened my day,
And so I head off on my way.
For first time in ages, feeling free,
And this joy cannot be torn from me.