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Raw Hide
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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