Asylum. Poem by Kevin East

Can you
Hear the screams
Of people
Who have lost their dreams.
Drug them
Slug them
If they react.
Struggling
To keep intact
Some respect.
Stoned asnd wrecked.
And dribbling like a child.
Little children meek and mild.
In an adult frame.
They still have a name.
Chain smoking.
Rain soaking
Their inner peace.
What release
Like a bird from a cage
Can satisfy
Their impotent rage.
What pill
Can still
A racing heart.
Where is the start
That they need.
Raging somnambulist
Versus
Ageing psychiatrist.
Cattle
Battle
With suicide.
Cowering
When they've nothing to hide.
God look down
On them all.
The sane are locked in
This hall.
While the mad
Still merge in the mall.