And Is That Just? Poem by Mic THo

Today in Rivershank I lost my cool.
Compared to those brutal and eager men,
my fate should have been bright; at least a bit,
for I should be a light, though I'm accused.

The way my life was lived is full of rules
and I obeyed them all but for this time.
Who would have thought this through, who was like me?
Who would, indeed my friend, have thought at all?

Sincerely I do face what I have done,
and though regret and grief do seem so shallow,
I think and think and think without result.
Oh happy joy of life, you lost your crown.

And that to happen here in silly-land,
where you were never king nor prince nor scout,
and evil rippled down in many streams,
disguised with coat and sneer, and bitter mood.

The day I would command, if just myself,
it must be far from me and not to grasp.
So call me child right now, I do not care.
In many ways it's true although unfair.

The men who shout aloud what men they are,
I just consider them as beasts and dogs.
They talk, they want, they take and I; I watch
without a subtle text that I can say.

What I developed then inside my head,
some words, some lines and hate; unspoken acts!
The silent men at bars who sit alone
with scornful smile and smirk, that is my race.

The tear is mine to weep, you guessed it right,
I pray at night for me, for her as well,
despite her painful death. Regard me first!
I slayed her with my hands! Such pool of blood!

And one mistake I did counts just as much
as crimes those do commit who lack of all
that makes us good and men. But I was bland
and hidden as a ghost! What did I do?

You judge me for my deed but not for me.
You want to see me crawl in great despair.
But I will never fail, that keep in mind,
I will not fail again. That is for sure.

I know I am no charm, but future me
is innocent as you. My purest speech:
Believe me, friends and foes, who gathered here,
although I speak for all, I speak to none.