The psychiatric ward
Is not the place to go
For entertainment
Even on a morbid level
There is no joy
To be found
In once-promising lives
Now disintegrating
Once full of conviviality and cheer
At the best, now drab and dreary
At the worst, delusional and lost
There has always been madness
But this modern world
Is extracting an ever-increasing cost
In terms of hopes and dreams
Shattered and completely lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem