This isn't a poem...
Just a few words...
Hoping somehow that someone has heard...
The multitude of endless cries...
And the trouble in this young man's eyes...
Again...
I have no intention of pleasing the reader...
I'd rather him enlightened, than glad...
But if he finds himself changed by these words...
Then i have made myself heard...
This isn't a story...
Passed down from father to son...
Nor is it a myth...
Created to sate anyone...
Simply a tale of a man left to fail...
His life brought down by the evil one...
This isn't a book...
Left to be judged by the first few pages...
Depicting the story of man's many faces...
His lies and deception, corruption and greed...
And yet love...
And his will to take heed to the many warnings...
From men and beyond...
Absconding and yet without reason...
Though its true with each season we grow all the same...
The one thing will not, its our name...
We're given a label, the day we are born...
It carries our hope, our love, and our scorn...
Try as we may to change it, we can't...
We can live behind fallacy...
Or die with our pride...
Yet what's in a name...
These word, recall, spoken by a man brilliant...
Though i'm sure he was cursed at...
Not once did he relent...
He continued the struggle...
Never afraid to defend...
His name and his pride to the end...
But it is true we can die to defend who we are...
We're better off dying without one...
For a name is a word, and both dually heard...
Their meanings i find quite the same...
I see there no shame in ignoring the crowds...
Who claim that they know who we are...
For i know deep inside...
This truth we can't hide...
Only we know who we truly are..........
By: Xaonix
The Tainted Hero
