...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.