The doctors speak a language all their own
Full of words and chemicals unknown
To vacant minds with drugged behinds
So they can fix their wretched soul
It will fix you they say
As though you were broken in some way and your mind could be replaced
With one more common place and less problematic
To them it’s just another day
In the asylum in which they stay
Day after day they prey upon the psyche of lost children and desperate parents.
Their duties to help the needy
To be carried out hastily
By giving them lobotomies
Through a poison masked as a remedy.
I was there, a zombie amongst the horde
The ER having me deferred
To a ward full […]