Disclaimer: This was writen as a parallel poem to a poem by Langston Hughes called Harlem. I do not own that poem nor do i own Naruto. I own only this poem.
Sound
Here on the edge of insanity
Stands Sound—
Remembering the traitoring spies,
The old and fresh beatings,
The loud, Do as you're told,
He yelled and spit in our faces.
Duh, we remember.
Now, when brother sits at his side,
Sighs and says, grab your guns,
And grab your swords,
You're heading out in an hour—
We remember the jobs we did,
The people that could of,
And now never will
Because they were our enemies.
So we stand here on the edge of insanity
In sound
And close our eyes to they world
And don't think
On what we're going to do
In the face of
What we know.