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!

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