The Orcs Tale
Why do you think you have the right
to blot out my kind from this earth?
Do we not have some say in our fate?
We only follow orders
from those who created us,
We owe them our allegiance.
Without them we would not exist.
No life.
No breath.
Nothing.
Is it our fault we were designed to hurt.
To maim.
To kill.
We did not choose this fate
who were once fair and lovely folk.
Twisted by forces we could not withstand.
And yet alive, in this twilight world.
Do we not have the right
to life as much as you?
Why do you think you have the right
To blot out my kind from this earth?
Are we not allowed some say in our fate?