Assisted Suicide: The Right To Die
Assisted Suicide: The Right to Die
Sitting in a bed with walls
as white as sin all around
and a dread that permeates
the very air and ground
they force drugs deep, deep
into my ever rotting veins
to suspend my body in time
while away corrodes my mind.
As I plea for death
to a man clad all in white
he laughs on in my dreams
and denies me my right,
a right that’s as old
as the beginning of life
and allows me to take
what’s only ever been mine.
Despite this truth
still he and they turn away,
leaving me in bed to
drudge on each unbearable day
till I take action myself
or there is finally a change
in the thoughts of mankind
on the rights of life.