our crazy people.
soft
on their mental illness,
we give
them pills,
talk to them calmly
trying to make
them like us.
we tell them it's not
their fault
that they kill
and maim
and wreak havoc
on society.
it's mommy's fault,
daddy's fault.
social economic
conditions.
the man is keeping them down.
we pat them on the back
after a quick
tune up,
and out the door
they go,
to mingle
with the innocent,
better now with a doctor's
stamp
of approval.
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