When Life’s injustice wear us out,
often we think of giving up,
wishing that we would rather die,
though we know that is treason, high.
Does Death offer us freedom too
from ruthless oppressions of Life
like a new liege freeing his subjects
from their debts to the deposed one?
But we are assuming that Death
would be less crueler than our present lord,
kinder too than his highness Life
happens to be, yet what if he is not?
Though Death turns out to be demeaning even more,
we can never return from beyond his one way door!