Monday, July 15, 2024

Poems by a couple whose daughter died by euthanasia.

The Execution is a collection of original poems in memory of a daughter who was killed by euthanasia.

Purchase the collection of poems booklet from the Euthanasia Prevention Coalition for $12 (plus shipping and taxes). (Order Link).

I met the authors of the poems at a conference that I spoke at in Cornwall Ontario. They told me about the death of their daughter and it was clear that they were still experiencing the trauma of her death by euthanasia.

They shared with me several of the poems, in memory of their daughter, and I was moved by the poems.

I find the poems to be truly from the heart, from a place of sorrow and loss. I asked the couple if EPC could publish the poems because lately I am meeting many more people who have lost family or friends to euthanasia. The agreed.

It is my hope that these poems will help others express the truth of what euthanasia actually is. It is also my hope that people will find solace or an outlet for their own emotions after a euthanasia death.

We have only republished the first poem on the blog. Here it is:

The Death Squad.

They marched down the corridor
like jackboots in a Hitler movie
I know because I was sitting
just outside the door in the palliative unit.

The anesthestist was a short woman
with grey curly hair and round
wire rimmed glasses framing her pallid face.
And she was cradling a large syringe.

They stood outside the door, talking in muted tones.
The little doctor held the needle
with the care and respect
reserved for something
that can snatch a life away in seconds.

She moved in a way that
told me she had done this before.

They were wearing protective gear,
in defence against the virus,
and to protect them from the guilt pangs
they would suffer after killing a human being.

They smelled of death, indifference and ideology.

When I was a kid I once watched
a group of government workers
dressed in yellow rubber coats,
shoot a hundred sick pigs with high powered rifles,
firing repeatedly into a mass grave.

And they had the same look on their faces
as the people outside the door.

But the thing is, I was now much older,
and I was also a father.

But not for much longer,
because you see,
I was sitting outside my daughter's door,
waiting for the death squad to wave me in.
Purchase the collection of poems booklet from the Euthanasia Prevention Coalition for $12 (plus shipping and taxes). (Order Link).

Alex Schadenberg
Executive Director, Euthanasia Prevention Coalition

8 comments:


  1. There are no words left to express

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  2. Goosebumps
    as beautifully written as an horrific necessity could be
    Thank you for sharing

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  3. My heart hurts for everyone who loses their loved ones to this madness.

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  4. Very moving and so extremely sad......those who inject “the needle” will one day stand to give an account before Almighty God!

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  5. So sorry for their loss. What heartache!

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  6. OMG, I can not find words to express the sadness. No parent should go through this horrible pain and remorse

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  7. In response to 'Judy said': There is absolutely no reason on this earth for this 'horrible necessity' to occur anywhere in the world at any time. It is possible to relieve suffering without causing death. The death of this couple's daughter was MURDER. No ands, ifs, or buts.

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