No one could blame you.

On Friday 11 September, British Members of Parliament discussed an Assisted Dying Bill, which would enable doctors to prescribe a lethal dose of drugs to patients with less than six months to live, if the patient requested it.

No one could blame you.
Save six months of pricey meds.
Free up one of those hospice beds.
One less mouth that must be fed.
No one could blame...

No one could blame you.
Save your family from the shame.
Free them from the waiting game.
You won't even know their name.
No one could...

No one could blame you.
Save yourself from all the pain.
Freedom from that endless strain.
Wouldn't it be more humane?
No one...

No one could blame you.
Save yourself with one small pill.
Freedom comes when all is still.
All it takes is your free will.
No.

The bill was rejected, with 118 in favour and 330 against.

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