Euthanasia Infused By Duress Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Euthanasia Infused By Duress



Cannot place the day or the time
Nari will come to our house

Cannot project the month or year
Lisi will come to our house

Cannot predict the hour or minute
Anihc will come to our house

Cannot guess by horse or by drone
Nitup will come to our house

Cannot fortell when Rodman will tell
Nu-Gonj's to come to our house

But, however they come,
By plane, tank or barge,
Do me one favor,
Whose ever in charge...
Whatever you do, please do me kind;

Make the very first house....MINE!



Revised from original post.
Reposted October 7th,2015



FjR-MMXV

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 07 October 2015

I think it's 'Whoever's in charge' or at least 'Who's ever', Frank. Whatever, good

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