Three doctors share their views so fine,
On assisted dying, a debate divine.
One says it's wrong, a sin to take a life,
A gift from God, no right to cut it off with strife.
Dr Farooq's voice is clear, his faith so strong,
He'd refer a patient, but not do wrong.
He's seen some deaths, undignified and grey,
A system failing, in end-of-life care each day.
He's worried about the law, the six-month test,
Some patients may live, and still be at their best.
He's against it, with a firm and steady hand,
No assisted dying, in this doctor's land.
Dr Caesar's voice is soft, with a gentle tone,
She's lost her dad, and now she's alone.
She thinks he'd be proud, of her views so bold,
A choice for patients, to die with dignity to hold.
She's been a GP, for thirty years so long,
And now she's vocal, with a voice so strong.
She thinks it's right, for patients to choose,
Their own death, with a gentle, loving Muse.
Dr Khaira's voice is conflicted, a mix of pain,
A patient's experience, and a doctor's gain.
She's seen the struggles, of chemotherapy's might,
And wishes for choice, in the dark of night.
She's worried about coercion, and vulnerable patients too,
A fundamental conflict, in her heart and mind anew.
She's open-minded, but still unsure,
A doctor's dilemma, a choice to endure.