Mental Illness Abounds (M.I.A.) - Poem by Ima Ryma
I'm diagnosed mentally ill.
I take the meds the docs prescribe.
I hope that I do never kill.
The politicians diatribe
The tragedies caused by the sick.
But ill have few lobbyists who
Wine and dine the powers we pick.
Politicians talk but few do
Anything to really help out.
Mental health funds - not a fav choice
Of politician pork - no doubt!
Ill kill but mainly guns get voice.
It will take more than passing laws
To help the mental illness cause.
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