I had a dream
You hunted me
My friends and family
Turned on me
Fed me poison
Called it medicine
What’s that? ADD? ASD? BPD?
Who cares
Their ‘concern‘
(A mask for control)
Does not concern
Me
Only one diagnosis I seek
The medicine
For life
Bright
Give me life
Let me live
You do not forgive
Pretend to listen
Keep me on my knees
You are a tyrant
You’d make me a servant
Bent before you
Censor my words
Keep me from the temple
Like Spinoza before me
You expel me
From the community
Call me the enemy
I am the public enemy
The enemy of the state
The enemy of the monopoly
The powers that be
The serpents in the temple
Of stone
With their markets of wood
And bone
Toppled down
By Yeshua’s hood
Yes I’m back
I’m back
For good
Edmund Wilson 