A Life After Death Poem by niki 5389

I am obliged relegiously not to belive in next life
just a fairy thought if there is a life after death.
Can't even guess what I would be,
lots of confusing options are there open for me.
I would like to be a lovely rabbit
but there will be someone to hunt it.
I would like to be a beautiful peacock,
but there will be someone to lock it.
I would like to be a charming crane,
but there will be someone without refrain to shoot it.
Likewise all my confusing options
has got brutless enemies around it.

Does it really prove what humans say without breath?
that living is not a better option than to be a filth.
When creatures around us being ruthless
all because they feel their gifted life is worthless
and despite of all those struggles made for a bit of growth