TORONTO, April 5, 2005 (LifeSiteNews.com) - The following poem on the death of Terri Schiavo was submitted to LifeSiteNews.com by Dr. John Shea
Terri’s Thirst
For those who were not by her side
For those who were not there
How was it then that Terri died?
She died of ‘comfort care’
She found no aid
No remedy
In her resort
To any court
A world which kills
Within the womb
Will waft the weakest
To the tomb
A court that contradicts God’s word
Becomes at once the tyrant’s sword
And all who live
But for the hour
Have put themselves
In Satan’s power
The first who would not serve
Terri was among the throng
Whose death is masked
And hurried on
Of those who cannot
Earn their keep
From loved ones torn
And from true caring shorn
Abandoned to their final sleep
Can no one hear that distant bell
Now warning us
That all’s not well
That just as in Augustine’s day
When Rome was falling in decay
We too
Consumed with self and pride
Have come to terms
With homicide ?