'Your illness is not curable, <br />we need to pull the plug right now, <br />conditions that are terminal <br />cannot be paid for by us all.' <br /> <br />Yes, Terry, you will die too soon, <br />the world around you does not care. <br />It could be money or indifference, <br />but I will never lie to you. <br />It's always money, it eats the soul <br />they make excuses, they give good reasons. <br />You are a veggie Terry, truly, <br />baptised by those who think they can <br />decide for others, for their fate <br />and what it all comes down to, hear <br />is that you are so very useless, <br />you need the care of those who do, <br />or those who sponge you with reluctance <br />but take your money with contempt <br />on neutral faces, you are here <br />through great benevolence of peers <br />which has, for fifteen lonely years <br />proved not to you but to all others <br />that homo sapiens does have compassion. <br /> <br />Though now a fork has come in sight, <br />the road's no longer pointing straight <br />an obstacle takes up much space <br />inside the minds of those who live, <br />with faculties in normal order <br />and power to regard the fork <br />a sign of God who delegates <br />his will to call you, Terry, home. <br />Don't you believe them, let me say <br />that arguments before the courts <br />are heavy with the legalese <br />that sober halls repeat in echos <br />of 'justice will be served', we pray. <br /> <br />'Her illness is not curable, <br />we need to pull the plug right now, <br />conditions that are terminal <br />cannot be paid for by us all.' <br /> <br />A feeding tube is like a bottle <br />that nourishes the little ones <br />who are, unable to accomplish <br />what grown-ups know to live and thrive. <br />So, Terry do you know your crime <br />was that you lost the skill to eat <br />yet this great world has twisted words <br />it says you lost the will to live.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-killing-of-terry-without-mercy/
