Good Night, Precious

Before you die, unwanted one,

I swear there was no way,

 

I tried - I did! - I promise ...

I cried, I cursed, I prayed.

 

I mailed, I called, I pleaded,

for one to make room for you,

 

but only Heaven responded,

and there you'll find your due.

 

You've the most honest eyes I've seen,

a heart so loyal and true -

 

but our society has decided,

you've no purpose or value.

 

I wish that I could change things,

you've been wronged - it is not right!

 

But all I can offer, Precious ...

a gentle passing into that good night.

 

(Jim Willis, 2002;

a poem written especially for the "Killing With Kindness" campaign)

 

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I would like to thank Jim Willis (http://www.crean.com/jimwillis/) for his kind permission to publish his writings on my blog.