Hell on Earth

Clang of door echoes
Loud but no one hears.
Deaf halls and corridors
Red stick down the
Twisted paths of time.
Blind coats and doctors
White stick down the
Tortured paths of time.

Hollow faces; orbs glare
But empty bowl of skull
Body pricked by endless
Stream of chemicals.
Drugs to calm; drugs to
Pacify the anger within.
Eradicate thought and mind.

Stubborn cases hooked up
Wired for shock treatment
Burn the thinking cells
Remove all trouble and doubt.

Chains on the handles
Locks click; doors tight
Keep visitors out
Keep victims out of sight.

Martin Delemare
18th September 2006