...I'll be honest. I wasn't expecting this to sound like Tales of Symphonia. But as I read it more and more, the whole "you're still you" theme is still ringing in my head. I wrote this in about 10 minutes (with revisions afterwards, of course) during my english class. Our theme were' focusing on is Slam Poetry, and...well, empathy came to mind, and a point brought up was the fact that we feel guilty for what our ancestors have done to others. To this I asked "why?" and thus, this was born.
At first I interpreted this as a poem from Lloyd to Colette. However, reviewer BrokenWind234 makes a much more accurate relation to Mithos, which, in reading this again, makes much more sense. Thank you, Brokenwind!
"You."
The skin on your back and the thoughts in your head
You are you.
The language you speak and the strength of your will
You are you.
Stereotypes and assumptions
Ideals and doctrines
are not by history, but you.
You, who treats those as equals
sliding aside discrimination
defying history and creating a mystery of "why?"
You, whose peers are sinful
as their numbers dwindle
from belated killings
and hatred they kindle?
Anger spawns a cycle of fear
As society berates with angry leers
But as they continue their scuffles and their mindless hates...
You are you.
What have you done, that your fathers have sinned for?
Was it you, that isolated and berated?
Was it you, that sinned and burned, murdered and raped?
Was it you, the gentle idealist,
Caught in the struggle of assumptions and "leetness"
who spawns more hate and pointless bickering?
The blame of the innocent
drags more into the scuffle
and feelings are ruffled and torn
And bloodshed begins anew.
And the blame that falls on the majority
falls on you.
How can we divert a circle
calling for change
as we shoot our brothers and sisters
in exchange
And in return we blame the young
the generations new.
But you are you.
You, the beacon of peace
the gentle idealist
the history defy-er.
But why, you inquire,
"why am I blamed?"
Hatred.
Fear.
The cycle of anger continues
as emotions are torn askew
But only you will believe
Understand...
Know!
…..You are you.
End.
