Red Blood Monologue

“Fine, I’ll tell my story of distress,
I’ll even do the rhyming thing, I guess.
Firstly, I should tell you of our species
But keep in mind, we’re very different beings
Our social status is decided by blood.
Some were brightly colored, others were like mud.
Not of whom we are from descended from,
We had no family, no dad, or mum.
We are assigned a caretaker from birth,
Not of Troll descent, for what it’s worth.
They’re assigned an animal, called a lusus,
I, was a special case. One that caused a fuss.
I had candy red blood. I was a mutant.
And most trolls, considered me a pollutant.
I was left for dead as a baby grub,
It was quite an intentional snub.
I would have died that first night, cold and lonesome,
If it weren’t for one troll, who was wholesome.
Near the top, were the violet blooded,
And they lived in places that were flooded.
They had a mutation which gave them gills,
And plenty of impractical frills.
And at the top were those with blood like gold,
And every single one of them was cold.
They like the purple-bloods had gills and frills,
But they would kill others just for thrills
They ruled over our race with an iron fist,
But only one at any time could exist.
This made a cruel sort of monarchy
One which plunged plunged the lowbloods into poverty.
And if you spoke out against the crimes...
Well it was like stepping into a field of landmines.
And if one was seen with my blood hue,
They’d be allowed to kill me. Through, and through.
Despite all this, she raised me as a child,
And when I learned of this... I think I smiled
But that was the only blessing I was brought,
For the rest of my life, I wish I forgot.
I traveled the lands, preaching my ideal,
I had set out on my quest with a great zeal.
I sought to change the views of society,
And change all of their impropriety.
I taught the values of peace and love,
Something that most were afraid to talk of.
Not all were too fond of my