Euthanasia, poetry by Solomon Joseph at



written by: Solomon Joseph


How would I have helped?
The painful nature of existence
Of human suffering
In the house of sufferers

From behind I heard a shout
My life! my life!
Hands raised helplessly
Legs kept dangling in the air

The sad tone of ancestors’ clarion
Ready to claim a soul
Into the depth so dark
Where the soul awaits the second call

I heard a man said in a broken voice
Alas! poor pretty damsel
I wish she had my last kiss
And feel my last touch

By the doorway came a man in white gown
With a dangling stethoscope
And almost in a whisper
I bid her farewell

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