Sunday, June 30, 2013

The Nursing Home

Laying in diapers drenched
Pressure sores and stench
Scream voices from little old ladies
Wanting out to find their babies
Do not take them away from all the pain
They have become as they anticipate
And wait for their life saving son
Nobody drinks the water here
In fear they won't get changed
You're out of luck when your mind's amuck
Running aged and deranged
Nobody wants to end up here
Live, before you do
Have to go where no one knows
How to help you through
Falling down recalling how you use to remember
Before you found no way around excuses to surrender
If you could you would have a faith without a doubt
As you blunder to stand ascunder
You wait to find no way out
In a place where you lie and face
Wonder all alone
With a fate to deteriorate and die crying for home
How can man allow them to stand and lay their bodies down?
At the cost of such a loss to stay and never to be found
Keeping them alive until their last dying breath
Is a disgrace to this place dignifying death
Engage the mind and find a kind of quality in life
Before the door closes more with apology and strife
We never want something like this to happen to us
Or them, forever denying all the dying, distrust they must defend
As witness and victims of the system without a voice or choice
I speak for the weak too afraid to seek a freedom to rejoice
From the vain unchanging chains fettering their mentality
Becoming strained in all the pain remaining their reality

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