Euthanasia Poem by me poet yeps poet

Why are you in such a hurry
Euthanasia is coming
is coming is coming
very soonly

then we all may die
with some dignity
if our shattered purses
have left any
or our relatives
all have combined
to share from the skin
of your hair
golden threads
concealed in vaults behind
we all know

but still pain alone does kill
all thrill
let them enjoy

remember you they all will
as they are eroded by guilt
if any they had any
after relieving pain
off thee

Euthanasia
is coming
is coming
is coming