Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

CANADIAN DEATH WITH DIGNITY


What if I catch painful cancer and want to lie down and die?
If I took some diazepam; could I wave everyone goodbye?
Everything arranged so there is no problem with the law,
Therefore we need to change the law in case I need to withdraw.

But death with dignity is not politically correct,
Religious politicians refuse to discuss this subject,
As if they themselves will never get very sick and die,
Locked into their own party agenda and I don’t know why.

If Oregon and Switzerland have this type of death, why can’t we?
If we were allowed a referendum, we would surely agree,
But these too are forbidden by our righteous up above,
Trudeau’s Charter of Rights gave us nothing to be proud of.

Dec 4th,2010

Submitted: Saturday, December 04, 2010


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