The Euthanasia Nations
Kill him, he cannot find his keys.
Worse, he cannot remember me!
The fool, forgot where his shaver is.
Crunch him up in a sieve!
Let's kill these useless people as Hitler
did.
Let's not remember the years,
In which for us their love and kindness,
had an endless lid.
We selfish so-called grown-ups,to the
internet and cell phone so tethered!
Who look down on the mentally deficient
as worthless leather.
Just do not forget, when we, too,
cannot remember.
We, too, will end up as inconvenient and
be possibly dismembered!
..............................
** I used dismembered for poetic effect!
I realize euthanasia is done by injection,
unplugging people, starving people or
dehydrating them or by medications.**
5/25/2019
10:30am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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