Death Finds a Way

"Will somebody just kill us? Please?" (1936 gathering of the Voluntary Euthanasia Legislation Society, Leicester - photo c/- Wellcome Images).

An earnest fellow cringed guiltily

Because his elderly kin

Lingered on in life so painfully,

Before oblivion.

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He craved leave to administer

A coup de grâce to the man,

And so approached a Minister

In order to detail his plan.

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If there was a rule a relative

Could decide to throw the switch,

No more in pain would a victim live

And hug doom without a hitch.

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Such murders are compassionate

And lovingly boost the feelings

That the victim was asking for it,

Ceasing strife and other dealings.