8-Bit Ballads - Light is Right

If there's one thing that I think that this world is missing, it's a personal dragon for every man, woman and child. Flying and ravaging peasants is a basic human right, and I bring this up so that I can be part of the solution.

If there's a second thing that I think the world is missing, it's poetry based on video games. It's in THIS realm that I think I can leave my greatest contribution to the world, and thusly, The 8-Bit Variety Show presents, "8-Bit Ballads."

My first poem makes insidious inferences about a well-known gaming icon, and is also about one of my favorite franchises, MegaMan.

I hope you enjoy the poem. Either way, SOMEONE has to class up this place...

You're welcome, Internet.

-BitNick

8-Bit Ballads - #1

Light is Right

"Do we have to name her "Roll?" It sounds so ethnic."

When I was asked to fight the 'bots'

I must admit, I sat and thought.

"Why me?" I said to Dr. Light

"Why must I be the one to fight?

These things outside are robots, too,

and they are just like me... not you."

For the first time since I was made,

I saw the Dr.'s words delayed.

I waited, quiet, for his reply.

Our faces locked with eye-to-eye,

he strove some time my gaze to keep,

then shoulders slumped, began to weep.

"What troubles you, dear Dr. Light?!"

I asked as I beheld this sight.

"You are strong, and kind." I said.

" I know you wouldn't want me dead!"

His crying slowed, his shoulders heaved,

his head turned, and he looked relieved.

My creator spoke with care and poise,

 and from his lips, the softest noise

began to issue in reply

and as it did, he caught my eye.

"My dearest son, my pride and joy,

I wouldn't hurt my strong, blue boy.

But all those bots who live down there

and trash things up, I do declare,

are bringing down the neighborhood,

and real-estate values are not good.

 If I ever want to sell this lab,

and move somewhere that's not so drab,

we must clear out that Wily guy,

and crush his castle in the sky.

Blast low-class robots!" He beseeched,

and we'll retire to the beach!"



"And this is why I know that brown robots are conniving.
It's in their programming!"

My eyes were wide, my mouth hung slack.

I wanted now to just turn back.

Was he a bigot all this time

when he told me, "We're stopping crime"?

Thinking back on times long past,

the evidence was there, amassed.

It didn't matter where we were,

he liked to yell those robot slurs.

And he has never shown a knack

for painting any robots black.

It was that day that Dr. Light,

my maker and the world's "White Knight",

told me of his thoughts so base,

and showed me all he saw was race.

So there it is, my sordid story,

and why I never sought for glory.