Locked away, abused and helpless,
Medicated, drugged, confined.
Behaviour is communication,
Not an illness, not a crime.
All the power with paltry knowledge,
Lives destroyed on just a whim.
Was he just a diagnosis?
Did you really look at him?
Your decisions, so professional,
Keep the status quo maintained.
Yet the words you utter fall as
Blows that gives him endless pain.
See that person you’ve created,
Victim of your ego’s thrall.
Did you ever make him better?
Was he ever ill at all?
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