Rating : T
Personnage : Alfred/Amérique

Poème pas très joyeux sur l'esclavage et la guerre civile d'Amérique et comment Alfred a ressentit tout cela
Et je crois que j'ai inventé un mot "enslaver", ça n'existe pas mais j'ai pas trouvé un mot existant pour ce que je voulais dire.

A poem which isn't very happy, it's about slavery and the Civil War which followed and how Alfred is feeling all of this.
I created a word "enslaver", I don't think it exists but I did not find a better word to tell what I wanted to say.

Freed me from my chains
Freed my mind from this pain
Freed my soul from this hell
Freed my people

I can hear their cries
I can feel their wounds
I can feel their desire to fight
I can hear their shouts to freedom

I want to fight too
I want to free my people
I want to release their pain
I want to free their body from their wounds
I want to save them

But my people are the ones who enslave
They are the ones who hurt their brothers
They are the ones who chained them down;
Their minds and their bodies
My people are torturing their brothers

What can I do,
When I feel like hurting my people
When I feel like I should help them
My people are separated from each other,
As much as if they were Angels and Demons
And I feel all of that

I feel the sorrow
I feel the desire and the pleasure to hurt
I feel the aching pain of a body wounded over and over
I feel the sadistic feeling of punishing someone who deserve it;
Someone who isn't even someone but a mere thing

I feel the will to fight, to never surrender
I feel the lack of empathy and hatred
I feel the steel mind of slaves clashing against the empty mind of enslavers

And I, in between all of this, what can I do?

A war is coming
On which side will I fight?
Can I even fight against my people?
Even if it's to save them?
I, who represent my people, who is my people, the physical incarnation of them and my nation,
Can I fight against myself?

Will I be driven crazy?
Or am I not already crazy?

My people are tearing themselves apart
It hurts
I can't fight against my own
I can't help
I can only watch them killing each other without doing anything

I can only feel the growing pain
I can only feel blood
I can only feel my people and stay still