Across a road, a tranquil sight

Where animals graze to a shepherds delight

In the warm glow of a spring's dawn

A summer's heat is soon to be born

 

But across this tranquil hill

Is where the "looney's" roam and madness spills

Torn from family's and lost to war

Their minds scream through a padded door

 

Nurses rush to aid the wounded

Thrashing and yelling - who would choose this?

Another war infecting the world

Leaving men bloodied, forgotten, dead and spurned

 

These are the "looney's" on the hill

In what was once a capital's hill

Where small pox, leprecy and mental illhealth is contained

Much to St. Mary Magdalene's sorrow and shame

 

The only thing left now is across the road - in that tranquil view

Where protected species thrive, grow and bloom