Her poverty is the great marginalizer

She hails to the King or hails to the Kaiser

But royalty won’t provide her

Solidarity, life or clarity

They say we’re “very free”

But she can’t marry thee

Locked up with no ordinary key

Not in a conjured land, nor imaginary sea

But none of this should surprise her…

Feeling life has denied her…

And with tears in her eyes they euthanize her…