You... Momo boy <br />You are cold there <br />They have stripped you <br />Of your human qualities <br />To them you are just <br />Another statistic and <br />A semi human with no soul <br />They have declared you <br />Unfit to enjoy their company <br />Where you come from <br />The experts of the quack <br />Remedies have pronounced you <br />Mad.Insane beyond the expert <br />Comprehension of their dubious <br />Prophesies <br />And they have failed to see <br />That you were ahead of them <br />In seeing things they could <br />Scarcely understand and you <br />Had the misfortune of being <br />Lumped together with them <br />And you tried to end their <br />Superstition and when they <br />Clung to their false beliefs <br />Like that your nerve caved in <br />And instead of taking care <br />Of you they left you exposed <br />For your condition to worsen <br />So that they could point to you <br />And tell their friends that you <br />Are mad because you laughed at <br />The insanity of the madness of <br />Their wrong and harmful theories<br /><br />BrokenHeartPheko Motaung<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-poems-the-mental-institution/
