when they’re arresting, stifling, tranquilizing
not standing for our backfire
what’s really wrong – can they answer that
why can’t they promise not to mire
At first we believed them but they had it wrong
We’re dead on the inside
on their medicine
“comply or else you’ll be forced”
that’s what they said, that’s what they said
How the hell is that a choice
when we’re strapped down to a bed
Movin’ on, movin’ on
can’t become another automaton
Just come clean, give it up
they’re guilty and,
We’re not settling
Time to stand up for us sufferers
not bowing to exclusion
We’re not blind to what’s happening
it’s time for restitution
or will they open up their eyes to make it right
Delivering our souls
out of the dark night
Now it’s time to take back our wills
(never again, never again)
if they won’t stop pushing pills
We’ll refuse to be ushered in
As of now
they’re still here
they’re still guilty and,
We’re not settling
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Victims of psychiatry’s medical model failings are brothers (and sisters) in arms and if the professionals continue to force treatment, ignore, or minimize their plight, uniting for the common cause of retaking their lives back is absolutely justified.
Jeffrey Powell uses specifically-targeted poetry to advocate for humanitarian-style reform in the area of mental health care and supports the movement for reduction in the ever-imposing presence of big pharma. https://allpoetry.com/Jeffrey_Powell
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