Originally posted by Patrik:
The feeling sucks when u are being misunderstood by people.
The little boy wasn't misunderstood. He was completely ignored.
His feedback was later adopted by the elders anyway, who then turned on him as a scapegoat.
Note that he wasn't killed by the wolves. Ironically he was killed by the people he tried to protect.
He cried until he could no longer speak, he cried until his tears ran dry - but even if he could speak and could shed a tear, what difference does it make?
To understand his feeling, you need to know a popular Mandarin song from the 1970s called Hua Mei Niao (Oriole):
The lyrics (English translation):
I am an oriole, an oriole
Looks like on my body there are no feathers
An oriole with no feathers cannot fly, it cannot fly
I am an oriole, an oriole
Looks like on my body I am missing two legs
An oriole without two legs cannot escape, it cannot escape
It's not that I have no feathers on my body
It's not that I am missing two legs
It is because I am kept in a cage
Cannot fly, cannot escape
I am an oriole, an oriole
Stuck in a birdcage, I am so frustated
When I see the blue sky, I can only sing
One line at a time I sing