There are some of us with no way out. We've paid the dues, walked the miles, swung the hammers, carried the loads, jumped through the hoops, and still wound up buried beneath the rubble.
We aren't lazy. We aren't trying to get something for nothing. We are trying to get rid of what we have – multiple sclerosis, arteriosclerosis, cancer, AIDs. We've fallen and we can't get up. You find humor in that.
We hurt. And you spit on us as you kick us aside or step over us.
Your prayers haven't cured us or made us disappear. Your God hasn't put the goodness in your hearts to help us, to stop blaming us, or to realize you are not better than us because you were born in a healthy body.
Your words and inactions destroy what our diseases haven't already taken. It's not enough for you that our bodies have failed us. You aren't satisfied until we've lost our homes and spirits as well.
We've done nothing to you. We've done nothing to deserve our fate. We don't want to live and we can't die. You've destroyed our lives and jailed our Dr. Kevorkian, because, after all, you believe you own our souls and the rights to our decisions.
You decide we should live without medical care and pain medications. You don't care if we have dental care, because you don't think we deserve food or homes to eat it in.
We're in your hell. Who does that make you?