Asylum
Harrisbugh close for life, well people were in there for life.
who rolled the dice to keep them, well the good doctor and
who holds the key to Hell, in Harrisburg and when you
drive by you see things that no one believes the hair
on the back of your neck raises and you can hear
screams, of the inane, and I heard someone say,
well, How dare you to call me insane, Let me die, so
they let him die there, well his wishes, the gray skys
before it gets dark is well there time to come out of
there graves and tell eveyone of the torture, gas, and
shocks gun and brains being operated on and sterilzsation
Women cry and crying in our minds. The shock to brain
they scream well, is the worst, and a pike to brain well
who would tell of horrible things, to help up, angels run
the halls and a Throne of ivory and jade for the creator.
soil food and dirty rooms and well jail bars for some,
a bucket to urinate in and punisment a hole no crime
was committed but sentence for life see they said
he might do something wrong, well the good doctor
knew what to do America 1900's for the poor house
and State Asylums.
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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