Assisted dying or suicide by proxy? Only our souls hold the answer.
Let 'em go..
You pays your money and makes your choiceand everybody's a winner, you'll see
Those who suffer don't have voice
Them that do are not speaking for me
In this disposable world of throw it away
If it's done what's the point of it's keeping
Though it's time to go, you want me to stay
But there's no suffering when I'm "just sleeping"
Opinionate on my opiate
Tell them they need to bear the pain some more
For as they suffer, These laws we create
Take their life, as they've begged us before
We treat our pets with more respect
When their quality of life has but gone
Euthanized if their suffering we detect
Self inflicted, these feelings so forlorn
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-12-01 at 11:23
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