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Steady
A foolish hand,
with deft precision,
brings mortal souls,
to life’s excision.
Cuts a life,
from Earth’s existence,
driving twice,
with mad persistence.
A body bleeding,
wounded, dying.
A mother, child,
standing, crying.
A steady doctor’s hand defies,
the life and death of acts unwise.
Death escaped, by steady palms,
though steady hands won’t understand.
A life is saved through care and trust,
a life destroyed by hate and lust.
A life in steady, deadly hands,
puts faith in where the dagger lands.
with deft precision,
brings mortal souls,
to life’s excision.
Cuts a life,
from Earth’s existence,
driving twice,
with mad persistence.
A body bleeding,
wounded, dying.
A mother, child,
standing, crying.
A steady doctor’s hand defies,
the life and death of acts unwise.
Death escaped, by steady palms,
though steady hands won’t understand.
A life is saved through care and trust,
a life destroyed by hate and lust.
A life in steady, deadly hands,
puts faith in where the dagger lands.
Published 9th Feb 2015
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