Euthanasia Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Euthanasia

A husband and father
Broken is Hussein.
"Years I worked;
I felt like a mule
Made these kids
looked after
gave them life.
Now in my seventies
They have set treaties:

"No friend is allowed.
You can call, they cannot.
If you want to spend
we must see if you can
you shall ask, we confirm;
When seeing you are right."

I want end; I want death.
This is like the Brits when they came.

I need help; all can get to commit suicide
I'm tired of such life.
This is nothing but a shame; it's all pain.