Assisted suicide should be an easy decision,
People should be allowed to end their lives with precision,
Forget locked-in sanctimonious religious stuff,
Democracy; the will of the people should be enough.
We should just pass a law and fill in all the details,
No need to get worked up about this or send e-mails,
No need to be sick for years just lying around,
Sign the papers, take the pills and down in the ground.
Call family and friends together on the appointed day,
Tell them you’re going to die and there’s no other way,
Maybe say goodbye and have a little cry,
The final decision is yours; when and where to die.
No need to live in a seniors’ place for years and years,
Or to die slowly sick in hospital amid your fears,
Just tell the undertaker where to shove you in,
You can beat them all and go out with a grin.
Even tell the preacher he can come if he’s not upset,
He can even preach a sermon and there’s no need to fret,
You’re going to heaven for all eternity,
You have decided to leave this earthly fraternity.