The Song Of The Bat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am the sad bat of the Destiny
I think and call of Destinies
I am the crier of the future too

I am
I am
I am

I do not desire to shed
the dress of my humility:
you
hear my hoarse cry
mistake for arrogance.

I am who speaks fearless
I am who warns without a qualm
I am the Sacred Bat of Olden Times
I was in Greece of old and ancient Rome
I was in ages after, ages before
and now.

Face downwards
hang from the eaves
that's my humility
sign
to close the door for arrogance.

I am the Bat of the Lost Vessels
I am the Bat of the Desperate Souls that sank ages ago
I am the Bat that cries Freedom to People Desperate
I am the bat who cuts the chains at dusk
I am the Liberator of the Enslaved Souls
I am the Hungry Wolf-Cry for Imprisoned Souls
I am the Judge who balances destinies
I am the one who at night honors your grave
I am the One who fears not the Dawn
I am the one who toils, who thinks, who pains.
I am the Lost Bat and simultaneous
I am the Bat Found Again for All
I am for All and All for me desire
I am a One in All, and One for All.