If told...

Two eyes for an eye.
The vanquished am I.
The war which I'll win
is lost from the start.

I'm asked to comply,
I'm forced to abide.
What others call pain
I call training and pride.

If told you will live
to every day die...
If told to see light
you'll forever be blind...
If told that you love
to be never loved back...
and if you give your heart
then your head must depart.

I look to my right
with no right to have.
I stare back, I smile
and feel rather stabbed.

No words that can do
what they have not done.
I'm whole and I'm one,
Lonesome or alone.

If told you'll become
what no one could be...
If tricked into teaching
when no one can see...
If instead of a hero
you'd rather be free...
And if I drop my sword
he'll smile but not me.