Not horse enough to shoot
By Parson Thru
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Write from the heart, they say
Are you sure? I ask
Do you really want it that dark?
OK. Bring me a candle
There’s so little light in here, I can’t see a thing
They shoot horses
Household pets are euthanised by well-rewarded vets
It’s all for the best
But the human, created in God’s likeness, must suffer
It’s right and proper that pain and indignity be eked out
God gave us life, and only God can take it away, unless
Well, that’s when Profit comes into play, when the most God-fearing
Make the most efficient Killers
But I digress
Putrefaction and decay
Received wisdom has it that they follow death
Not so
Says anyone who’s been up close
Death lives in the nostrils of the dying
And we have the means
But who would speak the truth?
Not the end-of-life specialist for sure
Too risky
Hail! Hail! The sovereign Human Being!
If you were a dog (God backwards) they’d put you down
But you’re not
You’re born and live in God
Victim of the sentient weakness of superstition
Not collateral enough to damage
Not horse enough to shoot
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Well argued.
Well argued.
It's an awful thing. But how can we really know till it's our time? There should be no attempts to prolong life when there's no quality of life, is cruel not to give enough painkillers. My partner believes everything would be much better if pot were legal.
It is terrible ending the life of an animal? Deciding for someone else, being God. Much easier if it's a case of going out into the snow, when you are ready, then going quick. Being able to choose while still yourself
Hope you are Ok? This is a strong poem!
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me too! and have no keyboard
me too! and have no keyboard so having to mouse click each letter on screen.maybe a break like leaving a field fallow will help. i thought this poem was very strong though?
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Been pondering death's door
Been pondering death's door myself these days. A pandemic will do that to people. The one thing that cheers me is when my wife - who can't seem to pronounce pandemic - tosses in an extra syllable and calls it a panAdemic. For some reason this always cracks me up. Also, she can't say the word 'literally' It always comes out 'Little Italy' and then I get hungry for Italian food. So I guess it serves a purpose.
Nonsense aside, I enjoyed this mornings muse. Wishing you the best and hope to see you on Thursday.
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