Makes me think that ...

I bleed and I am man.
Bone and blood I am.
Reeling, pain feeling.
Doubled up, kneeling.
Save me, be my cure.
So I am clean and pure.
Not a total lobotomy.
No, don’t cauterise me.
I want to keep feeling.
Be a sensitised being.
I guess I’m conceding.
I will be ever bleeding.

People, at any level, in any organisation, should not be made to feel like they need to choose between being cauterised or forever bleeding, should they?



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