Who speaks for the schizophrenics;
those poor creatures inhabiting
the shadowy world between reality
and unreality roaming the cream
corridors of the world and its
mental institutions?
Who speaks for the forgotten ones
in the window-barred electric-shock
world of the psychiatric ward?
Who speaks for the blank-eyed pacing
in the corner and the grinning ones
with bees in their heads gibbering
and twiddling in their moon-mad
existence?
Who speaks for the dangerous ones
tucked-up in their strait-jackets?
Tell me dear voice - Who speaks?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem