Sounds MENTAL

Corridors of cold Dumped out of sight and mind Not wanted yet no explanations The asylum is where they went They say it was safe To deal with those not normal Empty repetitive routine Shouts of pain and suffering Locked doors and empty sounds Canvas rubber walls not heal Dispensing medicine treatment Shocks and seizures fit The brain shocked into action Bodies held down Hope they said was meant Instruments of torture writhe Making crude decisions Pubic opinion means isolation Away from judging eyes Wait please help me here I’m dying Of torture and abuse All I said was I feel low and I was spirited away My grim life now in poisoned walls Not knowing what I’d done Hundreds more just like me Contained with substance and outcries This evil must end The morality of stigma must change Conscience priced for change Torture of mental patients amend Shameful buildings torn down Notions now assaulted New knowledge of care a vision Yet transformation is slow and rigid We still live on the margins Powerless to stop the disgrace Old prejudices still predominates