By

James Bredin

We are not equal until we eventually lie down and die,

And we cannot change the schedule as we wait to wave goodbye,

Without legal suicide or euthanasia we may wait in pain,

Or go to Switzerland where they don’t ask you to explain.

We have no binding referendums as we wait to die,

We have no political recall so they continue to defy,

And those doctors who assist in suicides will all go to jail,

Put in there immediately and maybe given no bail.

We are not allowed euthanasia and the word is forbidden,

The idea of assisted suicide has to remain hidden,

Their media pompously proclaims this democracy of ours,

An illusion without referendums pushed by their powers.

Monday, November 26, 2007

By

James Bredin

In Trudeau’s Charter you have no rights to property or death,

And your right to life means little as you approach your last breath,

We have no right to euthanasia and we could die in great pain,

As politicians proclaim that things are great so why complain?

Why should we have to go to Switzerland for legal suicide?

Already abortion clinics kill babies all jokes aside,

Won’t legalize grass, prostitution, euthanasia -- they just refuse,

But legalized Sunday shopping, abortion, gambling and booze.

Why can’t we have referendums or political recall?

In order to oblige our politicians to get on the ball,

But we the people were never mentioned in Trudeau’s Charter,

We are like sheep being led down the road and we’re no smarter.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

By

James Bredin

Suicide may not be in your future but one never knows,

What kind of dreadful pain, hurt and sorrow comes or goes,

The last and least thing you think about is a painful death,

As you get closer to the time when you will breathe your last breath.

Of course you don’t care about euthanasia because you wont die,

At least for years into the future and that’s the reason why,

Unless you come down with Lou Gehrig’s disease God forbid,

Then all of a sudden your life is on a slow painful death skid.

The empty rhetoric of our politicians could make us sick,

Could someone come up with a referendum system quick?

Let’s legalize grass, prostitution, euthanasia and more,

We did it with liquor, gambling and abortion before.

Friday, November 23, 2007

By

James Bredin

They may tell you that they can control the pain but they will lie,

And by then you can’t argue and you are soon going to die,

You are not allowed euthanasia in order to book out quick,

You are trapped on your death bed between God and old Saint Nick.

Sure they can put you into an induced medicated fog,

Close down your brain to that of a quiet docile underdog,

But they can do it to a fetus or a cat but not you,

Sue Rodriguez had to find assistance but she made do.

Though your painful days are numbered and your time is almost up,

Still the dreadful pain could linger for years and leave you all shook up,

With nothing to look forward to except a very painful death,

Referendums are not allowed about your approaching last breath.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

By

James Bredin

Those who have assisted suicides have all been punished when caught,

By the righteous and the indignant who are never distraught,

Because they believe that they are right and they will never suffer,

They will never get painfully sick or have to use a puffer.

They expect that they will die at home with their family around,

Everything peaceful, without pain on known familiar ground,

Why should anyone need euthanasia in a case like this?

Therefore, they say, “Don’t believe the Dutch, the Belgians or the Swiss.”

The right to life should also include the right of when to die,

And the right to seek assistance that they can’t stop or deny,

Physician assisted suicide should be legal now,

But the righteous and religious elites will not allow.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007