FROM SECURITY SOURCES: FAMILIAR WORDS*
When working in a nursing home,
The news came of a woman who’d borne…
A baby in bed
Although brain-dead,
A male aide had raped her in scorn.
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At the time, I washed up women,
Whose minds were dimming…
A young one’s head
Was damaged instead,
It hit me while changing her linen.
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Not that I would enter that range,
But the feeling about the news felt strange…
Here I was thrust
With certain trust,
Of not performing similar exchange.
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I didn’t work fast enough there,
Was canned despite all my care…
Shoving food down
I couldn’t get around
To doing with efficient flair!
–Jonathan Caswell
*NOTE: Idea from a headline on LINKED-IN, where the author has an account.