Cut at the wrists
But survived
Put on suicide risk
Liberty denied
Life confiscated...
Only to be killed by the pills
Or whatever swill did the job
Dead in the care
Of those who didn't do theirs
Natural causes, say the registers
Third in as many years...
To live in a lie
And die in a lie
Lying amongst liars
In a coffin
'Oh Father that art in heaven
We commend to you this soul
With power-points and music
Treat it kinder than we did
We'll leave a coin in the bucket.'
Rise, oh crying audience, but why
Lift those tearful eyes and pray for the fate
Of a tortured fractured heart?
When pain and cries for aid were dismissed
Belayed as theatrics, you played your part
With the same old antics
Sectioned, mind dissected
Neuroleptics and side effects
Brought to natural conclusions
Now the woodwork's in commotion...
And if it weren't so sad
I'd find the irony amusing
Finally appreciated
Now you Rest In Peace...
A postmortem code word for
Disturb No More