Raw Hide
Date: Wednesday, 3rd September 2014 @ 04:47:21 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: northernlights

I nearly died doing my job of thirteen years, and still

Bureaucracy wants my hide! A caring profession whose

Only care is to tick boxes,dot i's and cross t's. Never putting

Their tender feet into the muddy mire of human behaviour.

We walk into four walls and face whatever and whoever is

There,every weather,every day,every person,every situation.

We work together or alone giving the hope of independence.

We laugh away abuse given to us as the frontline of people's

Frustration,we shoulder their burdens and bring light to loneliness

Confusion,fear and neglect and still bureaucracy wants my

Hide! I brought the strength of lions to the arena and won a battle

But not the war and still they want my hide, survived another

Year but now the hounds bay once more for my blood but this

Time all is calm, for amongst all of their battle cries,

I know who I am!



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