Euthanasia Poems - Poems about Euthanasia

my afternoons as an old man are sad the joy of memories suffocated by the impossibility to relive them I don't know how many cups of coffee I've had a bus runs regularly every hour and nobody notices me at the window inside the thoughts boil so many dead friends muted my phone the television I understand it as an enemy the books are already...

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I sent an invitation to all my friends to come and watch me die I said, I know you may all be busy but please at least try. with the last breath our story is done, but I hope we shall remain friends our love should last beyond the grave, though earth’s journey is at an end. you may hold my hand...

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There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia It's a happy place very much like Fantasia With pretty flowers Singing songs by the hour Where you meet your maker to a balalaika...

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Bill C-7 is a motion to expand medical assistance in dying (MAID) in Canada to persons with disabilities whose deaths are not foreseeable. Persons with disabilities are protesting that the Canadian government is proposing to offer medically assisted deaths to individuals without offering adequate social supports, housing, medical equipment, nutrition, and mental health supports. After...

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There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia It's a happy place very much like Fantasia With pretty flowers Singing songs by the hour Where you meet your maker to a balalaika...

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A little dog is a gift from God Meant only through life to trod As a companion to solace our mortal Frailties through love unconditional. But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw When devotion's bonds exceed human law And penalty is death for an unfailing friend Whose only sin was a duty to defend. Hers was love of a kind not easily shared Yet, fate...

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There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia It's a happy place very much like Fantasia With pretty flowers Singing songs by the hour Where you meet your maker to a balalaika...

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It is time to leave us now In life of passage we are blessed with an unspoken connection His destiny quivering in my hands as the decision lies heavy in my heart Just one more day before we must part? My eyes closed as I pluck up courage, reliving stories we created together with the passing of the...

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Yes... Silently conquering mind, as if no other options to bloom Her dead brain body still breathing, while my heart pleading a big big No......

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euthanasia kills with love those we love...

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brrEXIT by Michael R. Burch what would u give to simply not exist— for a painless exit? he asked himself, uncertain. then from behind the hospital room curtain a patient screamed— "my life!" Originally published by Setu...

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"This rainbow is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh."—Yahweh You are gentle now, and in your failing hour how like the child you were, you seem again, and smile as sadly as the girl (age ten?) who held the sparrow with the mangled wing close to her heart. It marveled at your...

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Euthanasia. Laugh. Laugh. Euthanasia. Giggle. Giggle. A wonderful subject for conversation in no circles. And yet, here I am, laughing with my friend about it, at work. “I think it hilarious that you think you have a daughter who would put you out of your misery,” she says. She is doubled over with laughter about it. I stare at her....

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Potential Euthanasia law in New Zealand Encouraging Euthanasia Profoundly Eye-opening Might encourage All kinds of people Who had never thought of it before To accept suicide Unclear if this law has been passed A dangerous precedent. Making suicide common Making taking your own life Acceptable Desirable Natural Scary to me What this could do to a society Where teenagers are already casually killing themselves...

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There's a town in Switzerland called Euthanasia It's a happy place very much like Fantasia With pretty flowers Singing songs by the hour Where we meet our maker to a balalaika...

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