Wandering aimlessly, thinking of so many unfair policies
and regulations governing rehab centers.
Arcane ideas being used to perpetrate crimes of seeming
caring practices.
Outdated dark ages still being tended to as patients are
hurt by their existence.
Doctors, nurses, CNA's, carrying out this abuse disguised
as care is abhorrent.
So many people suffering at their hands because they are
afraid to rock the boat and band together for the welfare
of all their patients, and yes, themselves.
They can care so much better for those who need it if only
bureaucrats get up-to-date and let go of their stale ideas
of running their facilities.
Growing uneasiness rising ever higher as people are tired
of being treated with disrespect and no dignity.
As if they are non-existent even while lying in hospital
beds, awaiting the care they need and deserve.
Their doctors placing them in rehab, expecting each person
to be taken care of the way they should be, but it is not
happening at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem