Melting Honey in their Veins

Health never lies in this time and age

With little to hide and memories that fade

Death and Life fight out in the day,

Waiting for something to ease the pain

 

Blood curling poison running in the veins

With all these hollow bodies breathing in strain

It seems like time caught up with its prey

Because melting honey is the only thing to aid

 

Morally wrong the people may say

But patients plead for no more dates

Allowing these creatures to rot in isolation,

Is not enough to prevent their devastation

 

Euthanasia you see,

May be a frightening sight.

But those awake and aware of the light,

Will leave the option to those who wish to fight.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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