Housing The Mentally Ill Poem by James McLain

Ghosts that live in the shadows of jail
your mother's love day until.
Warrior police that breaks each spirit thrills.
To leave your soul behind no rest be still.
Little-known children the valley of fear
major institutions where thousands have been
to die.
To die because you believed in God be quite.
Then you become the friend of satan help.
Few understand underthe here and now until.
You support irregularities
the window knows each face that reaches through.
In the end each face you see is yours.