To those people who think it’s actually okay to let people with learning disabilities consistently die over 20 years before their time. This is for you….
On the edge, on the outside, dead eyes looking on,
This lot weren’t really people, they didn’t belong.
For their worth is on our terms so don’t even think
They have value or matter; they dwell on the brink.
We can play at learnt lessons, we might even fork
Out some money to taunt them but still it’s just talk.
Not a golden child there, just a number, a stat.
We won’t stop to deride, they’re not even worth that.
They are all made of nothing, this miserable throng
And if death gives them value, it won’t be for long.
On the edge, on the outside, we’ll let them stay there,
Our solutions are final, we really don’t care.
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