Monday, 16 April 2018

Out of sight out of mind

No one will know
They'll just forget
For his own good
I have no regret
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of society
Soul confined
He's mentally ill
Pain to be around
Messing about
You'll not hear a sound
Not very bright
Not for his age
I'll lock him away
Kept in a cage
For 20 years
More if I can
No bother to you
This is Japan
Violent tantrums
Uncontrollable strops
Bad behaviour
Imprisoned till it stops
In the garden
In a small hut
He'll just exist
With the door shut
Don't worry for him
He's watered and fed
He'll be ok
Well at least not dead
He's looked after
Has no need
Knew nothing else
Until he was freed
Finally released
Released from his cell
Given freedom
From his living hell

© Robin Welsh

Robin Welsh writes poems and rhymes daily about all life in general...but mainly politics, human rights and world affairs. Performing at every opportunity he can get, not yet published because of procrastination.