Born into a box ruled by someone else’s fine print.

Where can I go to die,  with dignity?   in peace?
The sad truth is there ISN'T a place.

No one ever sees that, even when it is time
for it to be in their face.

We cannot leave this world the way we would like.
Rules and laws govern us from the point of *******,  now.
Didn’t matter what you wanted, or how you lived, anyhow.

Euthanasia applies to every creature BUT us.
How is that even reasonable? Why don't we  have a solution that's feasible ?

There should be a pill, a process, an injection.
Something clean, nonviolent.  Something a family member could discover without unnecessary trauma and mess . Not a rope  or gun or a car exhaust ,
and more stress.

If mercy is written for the beasts and not the people,
then burn the fine print.
Tear up
the contracts.
Polite cruelty? as if suffering needs proof,
as if the idea, the desire for dignity needs permission.
  Respect   the person ,  choice  and decision.

Teach the world, starting with the U.S.,
a new word for human ending
not a disgusting, painful, lonely surrender of life, or suffering , depending,
A choice in  passing that preserves whatever semblance of dignity remains.  
A grant for  freedom  to decide  how  and  when.
After all it's love
not sin.