Let me tell you a story
about a boy I used to know
he kept having to fight
for what he knew
He was born without love
and when he sought it
he found emptiness
and black
They tried to kill him
when he was about 2
he wasn’t born in their eyes
in their attempts
they just made it worse
he doesn’t live with them anymore
he was lucky he didn’t die
By the time love was found
for him it was too late
he needed peace
and tried to learn
but he didn’t get it right
he goes through life misunderstood
I hope to see him again
until then I’ll hear nothing
but he’ll still be fighting somehow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my favorite, yet perhaps most potentially-depressing lines: he needed peace and tried to learn but he didn’t get it right there are a lot of obstacles to human happiness. unfortunately, like money, some people have a lot, while some people have almost none. and the lot could refer to either obstacles or happiness. : ( bri :) p.s. please wish him well, from me, if you ever see him again. thanks.