Through Their Eyes
It was murder to claim to leave them,
Proactively, without being asked,
All the panic attacks, the ambulances,
Which attended to them, tasked.
They’d stunted me, deprived of the right,
To rehab from a normal male atheist OT,
And they had said that I’d forgotten,
About trueness: life, freedom and dignity.
According to them and their church,
They had normal values on their side,
Believing that life’s most important thing,
Is conversion, not rehab for mild CP wide.
According to them, I had a duty of care,
To them: to be normal, meaning disabled,
Or cared for, and to validate Christianity,
Because church life makes you enabled.
According to them, they could interpret,
My speech to health professionals rightly,
So that made them entitled to orchestrate,
My moral precepts and views, very tightly.
They had the right to not be killed by me,
And they had morality behind them, adult,
‘Cos in my disabled state i could only specify,
Their murder, as movement for me was difficult.
29/7/2016
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