Discharge Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Discharge

Strapped to his bed
He was rushed and lowered
No wheelchair, no walker
Left behind, even belts
They hid him far away
From eyes, of friends.

Forcibly was discharged
Headed for a worse house
Was sent to see nothing
But his pains…all alone
Among some madmen who
Plainly are coo-coo

Recorded Leighanne's voice
Said:
-can accept, can reject; has choices!

-I gave them no consent
-my things are left behind
Recorded Ason's words.

We asked for his exit
To see him, have last meet
Could never get permit.

Was removed in secret of hiding…
In a van, tainted shields!

We have all recorded…
Abuse and bureaucracy…

Why devils are the chiefs?

One of such McKenzie…
-full of lies and racist…

I have them recorded
Will reveal if needed.

If out of this sickbed…