Here's a piece I've written for Freed Up on Thursday 21st October at Greenroom, based on the subject anger.

Who's Crazy?

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I’d like to examine a subject,
That is personal to me…
That has affected me…
And my family tree.
Branches ripped off from an uncaring world.

Battered and withered by the storms I’ve weathered,
I refuse to be a statistic.
They say mental health affects,
A quarter of us.
But it’s not that that makes me ballistic.

Was my late mother insane for hearing voices?
Was my late father crazy for defying bureaucracy?
Are 3 generations of women scorned unhinged?
Or is society’s door broken down and rusty…
like the gates of hell?

An African kid dies every 5 seconds.
That’s 1 holocaust per year…
And I’m gassed and flabbergasted…
As to why world powers think that’s ok.
As to why we allow it to happen.

Have a laugh, have a joke,
“Why so serious?” we are told.
Does dressing up like a Punk Clown Kurt Cobain,
Indicate that one’s insane?
Or just a consequence of a broken reality?

Fragmented and distorted,
Trickle down economics...
Confession and recession.
Sins confessed but no atonement…
Just a petty penance called zero-accountability.

Politicians lie,
Priests molest,
Police arrest,
Corporations control.
Proles accept: pants down, legs wide, no resistance.

Fuck the way of the world.
Fuck acceptance.
If the way of the world is “rational”.
Then you can call me crazy.
Just give me a padded cell to hide from all this madness.