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Missing

Should a person vital organs be donated without consent
Sadly, organ harvesting seems to be a practice of relent
Missing people who have suddenly disappeared
Another rich person in another country life expectation has been bioengineered
 
Trust me America, stolen organs are on the rise
At an alarming rate that the news report chooses to hide
Blood type matched from a black market computerized database
Studied interest profile to abduct to take
Posters, milk cartons, hopefully a face of the past shows up
A heartbeat not of their own donated to another by chance of unethical luck
No one wants to talk about this hidden transmit
Being a Critical Care ER Nurse, I swear this conversation is a big hit
 
Patients of third world countries organs voluntary donated
Body parts have been surgically segregated
The higher bidder’s money, lips sealed under intense interrogation
Cambodia refugees
Here without a breath of energy
Voluntary butchered beyond despair
Life expectancy now hanging in the balance by thin air
Meals for the family one must eat
At the price of donating their consecrated meat
 
This is a business…shh my lips are sealed
Money, bills, look the other way for a meal
DNA match for ancestral history rites
Here today, disappeared tomorrow, now supine under an involuntary knife
Read through the lines
My doctrine of oath has seen, once various future kings and queens
Poster face now, donor waits across the continent unforeseen
 
Consent forms, where the hell are they
Practice of unethical dismay, sadly it just goes down that way
White collar by degree takes all
The higher ups final call
Grants, stocks, boardroom meetings
Yet, the cycle of black market harvesting keeps repeating
These are such mean streets
Make sure you watch your heartbeats
There are bidding wars to compete
 
For life sustaining body parts
Hushed requests of the kidneys and the heart
In the progress of unknown destination, they depart
 
Operation here comes the iced filled red bio bag
Presence marked expired before the official toe tag
You fall ill, knowledge better be your intuitive guide
Or not, half of you here, the rest of you on a private jet ride
Stay Alert
For all it’s worth
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Growing new organs of the body as they wear out, extending the human lifespan? What's not to like?

Michio Kaku
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