The Old Nurse Poem by grace mariner

I am a dinosaur on display,
See how ridiculous I act?
I am expressing sounds unheard in this arena.
Expectations of excellence? Wtf?
Competence? Huh?
Accountability? Raucous laughter
Ethics.Silence
What language is that they ask?
Silly babbling, word salad.
Maybe she's talking in tongues?
I cannot serve two gods.
The welfare of the mind has been replaced by the bottom line.
But I am on display when requested, disregarded otherwise.
A trained monkey too valuable to lose, too antiquated to take seriously.
The alarm sounded but not heeded, then silenced.
So the sufferers will suffer more at the hands of the incompetent.
And those most at risk will be ignored.
And the rulers will make their dictates without the benefit of those who know they will not work.
And behaviors of some go unchecked while others remain in the lab, under the microscope.
Do I stay, whoring myself out for the salary they pay for my freak show?
Do I follow my ethical mind and go be a dinosaur elsewhere?
And what's left of my rational mind tells me its all the same wherever you go, a pervasive decline indeed.
The politics and the greed without regard for poor patient outcomes
Oh there will be a special hell for all of us who perform in this circus known as behavioral healthcare.
Nice to know it won't be as awful as the hell for the drug companies though