I would like to arrange the date and time that I will eventually die,
Get my friends and family together and finally say goodbye,
But death-with-dignity is illegal at this point in time,
And except for Pauline, our gutless politicians all stand in line.
All the religions seem to oppose death with dignity,
View it as a mortal sin or some sort of depravity,
Ottawa will not discuss death-with-dignity so go away!
And don’t come back to Ottawa because its not okay.
If four US states can have death-with-dignity; why not us?
Are we no more than the silent passengers on a bus?
And the Ottawa elites will decide where the bus is going?
And those who want DWD will have to stop their crowing.
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