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Let's all Die









And the he enters his house and kills his wife,
Honey, life in destitution is no life.

With eyes brimming with tears, he searched for his child,
He looked away from his face, can’t afford to go mild.

With neither money nor food to feed,
There was no place in this world for his kid.

Finally, it was his turn to make a dying wish it seems,
 He wished all was just a sordid dream.

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