The Boy ( From A Ballad in 3 languages )

The Boy

I remember my life when I was a young boy,
Ragged, worn clothed and a miserable creature,
Watching other youths going out and coming,
Looking for the smiling hope
And the dewy dawn,
And I, my life heavy with Oppressors’ grazing sheep,
I had no feeling but the hate
That fed my being
And shaped the evil in my soul until I
Rose again bat-like, casting shadows
To darken all.
I am a stranger to myself, an instrument of
Torture, murder and death.
The victims’ wailings are my sweetest songs,
If I could mould new forms,
If I could re-create the universe,
I would drown the sun, the light
And the shining moon,
Make a night of midnight black
And render the universe and the world
Eternally dark,
.And leave my trail of endless grief
I am the bat, adoring nothing but darkness.

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