Dear you -apology-

I'm sorry I could only watch while
the man with hair like liver
bludgeoned his friends to death,
swinging an iron baseball bat
and bashing it against their skulls
like when he played whack-a-mole
during the Cotton Drifting Festival,
sending those bodies burrowing
into holes dug six feet below the grass.

I'm sorry for staring wide-eyed when
the woman with a yellow hair ribbon
dressed like her identical twin
and rammed a kitchen knife
into the organs of a young girl,
the little sister of her unrequited love,
tearing past the flesh to reach the heart
of a child who continued to mourn
the loss of her precious brother.

I'm sorry for just standing by as
the brunette with a fallen angel's smile
cornered a prostitute who badgered
her lonely father, stealing money
from a man recovering from divorce,
and dismembered the battered body,
hiding the pieces in a desolate cave
where no living being but the maggots
would stumble upon the corpse.

And I'm sorry for doing nothing when
eight men who are twice her size
injected a ten-year-old girl with syringes
filled with pancuronium bromide
and cut their illegally obtained scalpels
through her fully functioning organs,
scraping at her skin after defiling
the sanctity of the shrine she protects,
leaving only blood for the crows.

I am a bystander who is incapable
of physically intervening to prevent
innocent lives from being lost,
and I did nothing but tremble,
crying as I repeatedly apologized
to our friends, who only heard
the disembodied words of "sorry"
and could not connect this ominous
voice to the ghost of a childish goddess.

But we waited through many lifetimes
for the occurrence of a miracle,
believing fate might be changed
through the efforts of living beings,
the humans who are its loyal subjects,
and with the help of our dear friends,
our prayers were finally answered,
bringing a conclusion to the suffering
of these students of Hinamizawa.

So, to the Rika and apologizing,
crybaby me of the past who are stuck
in a loop of tragedies: do not lose hope,
because I know you will find solace
if you reach out your trembling hand
to the friends we care for and cherish,
those precious people who are the keys
that will open the door to our tomorrow.

Author's Notes: This reads as less of a song/poem and more of a rhythmic drabble, but once again, this is for an assignment for my Creative Writing class, in which we had to write a poem about injustice. The first five arcs of Higurashi seem to fit that theme very well, so that's what I wrote about: the Abducted by Demons through Eye Opening arcs, as seen from the eyes of Hanyu. I love Higurashi, and my favorite characters have to be Hanyu and Rika, so I wanted to write about them. Anyways, it upset me that every major character but Hanyu [and Satoshi] has a version of "Dear You," so I tried to write one of my own for Hanyu. It doesn't really look like one, though, does it? XD; As usual, thank you for reading, and constructive criticism is appreciated very much!