Creatures and humans
they cast upon me an evil eye
as I in the muddy river
silently glide by-

they say I am nature's freak
how they praise other creatures under the sky
the birds, the fishes, the dogs and cats
the grasshopper, the dragon-fly and the butterfly-

why am I singled out
as the 'bad guy'?
kids who dream of me
at midnight they wake to cry-

my right to existence
that to me all nature and mankind deny
how I wish to have access to cyanide
to end this sorrow and happily die.