In Praise of Those Who Kill Themselves

Although I probably shouldn’t feel this way
I admire those who killed themselves yesterday
Those who decided after one more day
That they didn’t want to be here.
 
Some may say that suicide is selfish
And that it is a sin
They well be right of course
But it doesn’t even begin
 
To explain the reason for being here,
The suffering and “acts of God”
And if the Lord wants us to be here
Then to me it does seem odd
 
That there’s such contradictory instruction
On how to live one’s life
With pleasures being booze, fatty food and sex
With accompanying trouble and strife.
 
If we kill ourselves we could be a hero
To ecosystems and wildlife:
Reduce our Carbon Footprint to zero
With a pill or rope or knife.
 
From the moment of conception,
Or perhaps from birth
There is seen an obligation
To be here on planet Earth.

Yet there are sods
Who torment us
As weeks and years go by
And when it comes
To going on and on
I cannot help but question:  Why?
 
We pass on to our children
All these problems and worldly mess;
I admire those who stand up to the Lord
And choose to exit the process.
 
MDC