evicted

Evicted

The wind is whispering,

In the trees,

Through the broken window panes,

Medication time!

Medication time!

But no-one is answering,

Now life has been removed from here,

Out of order, no-one's home.

Cobwebs are stretching out,

Reaching from the corners,

In silent sorrow,

That the patients have been evicted.

The petty officialdom have chosen,

In everyone's best interests,

Or so they think,

To reunite patients with problems,

On the street,

In the mental health garbage bin;

Waiting for death,

Or the men in white coats,

To spirit them to safety,

From the danger society threatens,

But society's odd cousin is derelict,

Soon there will be nothing.