Lesser Tales (and Songs) from a Real Life Changeling

by HypernovaBolts11

How Changelings Live

Hello to the poor souls of the lost, the fallen of us, and the tired ones who had suffered to ensure our existence.

Thank you to the nameless ones, who were burned, whipped, starved, all for being different.

Fare well to the old, who had been punished for simply existing as themselves.

Hello to the new, the hatchlings and the foals, the children of the bold, who had lost all for them.
Pardon me for my habits, pardon you for your ways.
Let's get on with this and that. Nowadays
we cannot bicker any longer for who's wrong or right.
But for those who were wronged, let us show the light.
How can you not care? Have you no sense of sight?
Nopony cared for us, but declared, "Creatures of the night!"

I do not hold that sort of regret,

for I am a changeling, and shall not forget

the wrongs and attrocities commited upon

the same peoples to whom you belong.

For get not the answer until the question is known

and cast away history, to go make your own.
Do you not understand the world of hurt
that you did inflict upon those of a different sort?
Challenges placed upon our backs,
that we could not answer, for words we lacked.
But now, a voice I do possess,
and with it I shall make you recall
the good in us that you have lost,
the faults that made you fall.

Cower not before us, oh, lost one,

but take our hands for help,

and let us show you, hope is not gone

all brought upon you by a whelp.
A vile monster I am not,
for I have hope that all will hold
a single strand of perfect gold,
and hand in hand, we will decide,
that all are good on the inside.

And call upon the many of the lost,

to take for us this one last cost,

that you were wrong, and past is past,

for I am a changeling, proud at last.