The (in)Sane Man
They say you were always sane,
But in truth your heart is black;
Every attempt to fix you was done in vain.
They say there is something wrong with your brain,
Perhaps it is from your time in Iraq,
But they still insist you are sane.
Laymen, they do not understand the pain,
The horrible pain you endured through every attack.
They try to help you, to heal you—but it is all done in vain.
They lie to you, trying to wane
Any possibility of you getting your true self back.
They keep lying, saying you are sane.
They won’t give you freedom, force you to wear a chain,
Won’t give you anything to get back on track.
They think it will help, but they are just vain.
Everything they do is inhumane,
Every word you say is answered with a vicious whack.
They keep telling you you’re sane.
But you do not believe them; their efforts all done in vain.
A. Page in the Stacks 