A black cat crosses the road,
and we call it unlucky.
But have we ever thought
that the poor, hungry soul
was never bad luck for us?

We beat an innocent creature,
who only wanted to live.
We broke her tiny legs
so she’d never dare cross our path again.

And in the end,
she still crawled on that injured leg ,
crying without tears, begging in silence.
Yet we, the monsters,
still tried to chase her away.

In truth,
it wasn’t the black cat who carried the curse.
It was us ,
the demons, the monsters,
with evil soul, with nasty thoughts,
with cruel superstitious mindset.
We were a bad omen in her small, fragile life.