Disclaimer: Yada yada, i do not own any of the characters. Some forms that created this poem is not my right either, and all were collected around the web.
A metallic clink,
And the bronze coin dropped down
Twirling circles on the wooden floor.
Araa? You bend and look at it
It's tails, too bad;
Someone's just gotta die tonight.
There always two sides to the coin
Fate decides whether which one surfaces
Twirling crazily on the floor top
You think there is still hope
When there isn't at all.
It's a pity, don't you think?
You're weak, so you have to die
Sooner or later
What difference does it make?
The delicate flower is always crushed by the trampede of steps
Mighty kings of the jungles are always defeated by death
Only the strong will survive
And the weak are always destroyed.
I am strong
So I will live on.
…
Do you honestly believe that?
Is being weak such a bad thing?
Are all weaklings destined to perish in the wake of the strong?
Don't we deserve to live too?
I don't think being weak is a good thing
I don't think being strong is a good thing either;
We are humans, after all.
…
The weak always loses.
The strong always win.
This is the absolute truth of the world.
Can you see the difference between human and animals?
Animals who kill for survival
Humans who kill for the absolute truth
Don't you think they are the same thing?
It's simple, really.
The strong always win
The weak always lose
What's there to question about it?
Don't you understand?
What's so hard to understand, really?
…
Fall as the flowers at autumn
Yet bloom they do at summer
Strong as you are
You will not escape it.
You've misunderstood it,
The meaning of the word
Strong.
Coins always have two sides
Heads and tails
Strong and weak.
You don't really understand, do you?
Why Himura protects the weak?
When you slash and kill everyday?
What difference can he make?
To all the weak outside there?
If he could, why couldn't he have done that to you?
That's what you're thinking, isn't it?
…
Summer days. The sun was up and blazingly hot, but with the occasional windy breeze that eased the irritating hotness.
The red-headed smiled as he lowered the cup of brewing hot tea on the bench. He continued to pat and played with the group of small children.
Straightening up and turning around, he smiled at the boy clad in tattered blue clothes, bangs flying about in the wind.
"You can't possibly make a difference with what you're doing." The boy said.
"…I have made a difference to the ones I protect." He smiled and said.
There always two sides to a coin
Being strong means to stick to what you believe and live it rest of your life
Being weak means to find what you and the world is about.
You are not strong
You are not weak, either.
You are just hard.