I felt majestic and great
When I visited his grave
He was unfaded and rosy
Rested and bright-eyed
Don’t you feel alienation, I said in a fine tone?
We are quite patient here, he smiled and said
You seem to be worried and harassed
We live in blossom and you in spines
We have peace of mind, you are disturbed
We have liberty, your freedom is curbed
I want to die also, I murmured in an angelic voice
You don’t have need to die, they have licence to kill you!