Yellow Tape
Yellow tape! Ole yellow tape!
When dead bodies of the innocent and non-innocent lie there
not knowing who's their attacker.
Death greet you once you walk past the yellow tape.
The human brain thinking, "'What happen?
What grief these parent going to bare? How brutal will this one be?"
YELLOW TAPE! OLE YELLOW TAPE! You, stopping bystanders
amd everyone from contaminating what's left behind.
What evidence thought they- hidden from me. Yellow tape calling my name!
It's driving me crazy that this yellow tape gets taken down without an arrest.
Another life went to death without proper rest.
But guess what? Yellow tape. That's why I am here-collect all evidence,
takes samples, going back to the lab and figure out
who did this!
At once, by the yellow tape, standing high wrapped around from pole to pole,
nothing to say. I say nothing . Going to stay hidden for long.
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