Desperate Sacrifice

A dream of Gold:
Cloaked in Silver,
And earned through Iron,
The Minerals far and few.
From the figure's mold,
They've been told,
To listen with religion,
And live on their thew.

But this paradise,
(At least for some),
Was born from the blood of thousands,
Torn from their home,
And native sands,
At least what that's what they tell you.

***

Everyone has heard of the term,
The term known far and wide,
Whether from a little black box,
Or a box in the rocks,
Or from a little girl upon a cliff.

It saddens us,
It's a danger to us,
It's a loving care that burns us warm.
The love and kindness,
From one selfless act,
From one selfish act,
Remembered from here on.

He blew himself up,
He blew it all up,
He took his heart,
And reached for the sky.
He slaved himself down,
(Drill in Hand),
He went without,
And he ended,
A hero to all.

ISA

(For all of you who remember Kamina. Raise your drill, AND REACH FOR THE STARS!)

But seriously. This poem was actually based on a story called, 'Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann'. It had a great scene where one of the main characters sacrificed himself so the others could live on. It has inspired a great many people to write similar pieces in tribute, all with the same, (or greater), feel as the original. Good Luck, in looking this up.