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RED TAPE
RED TAPE
The scalpel pierces sterile skin
Surgeons mend the flaws within
Blood drips on the O.R. floor
Follow it now as it runs out the door
Into the street where children are playing
A mother cradles her dead child, while praying
Drugs and hatred everywhere
Wounds the surgeon cannot repair
The plight of people in far away lands
Stir feelings within ... we can't understand
Or is it we won't let ourselves think
Of blood in the streets ... is there a link
To the pain in the world ... the horror of rape
Tied up in knots with all that red tape
Nice writing, each line so
Nice writing, each line so full they could be the start of an entire poem - so much here, like a newscast, a summary ~A~