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The Epitaph of Care
And I am told it is her choice
And I am told it is her voice!
And I am told it is not our responsibility
and there is nothing we can do!
Its all about choice!
The epitaph of Care.
If we talk about choice and a voice
Responsibility walks out the door with
Protection and the faceless point their fingers
In any other direction,
And I see the blood of the innocent still unwashed
Brushed across Society’s forehead in the words of the
Death Pathway Scheme, sanctioned by power to
Answer the futility of ego driven agendas channeling
The rights of those who have used their years to keep
Murderers in power,
And for what?.
To enable those who hold life in such disregard that
They take it from those who have no voice, have no
Choice but to remain loyal to the hands who slowly
Starve the flesh from the bones,
And I call down the
Empty alleyways of reporting and I shout at the moral
Doors and I yell through the letter boxes of those who
Say that this is ok!
But every sinew in my body screams from the bones of
Humanity, ’ THIS IS NOT!'
And they sit us in rows of learning to study institutional
Neglect and they sit them in rows of graves where the
Government stands hand in hand with
Premeditated murder and another life is taken.
No-one pays,
And we are in hell.
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