Life kills them alive. Their hearts pulsating with beats but all inert... in severe sufferings, with their pain, acute in the extreme; their ailments, malign, incurable,
bodies are frail,
and minds deadened.
Death relieves them,
alleviating pain,
and frees their souls
locked up long
in their stinky trunks,
with life dead
in agony and trauma,
their bodies dumped
ruthlessly bruised
by medical lacerations.
But will they find solace,
relief, eternal peace
in voluntary euthanasia?
