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Did I tell you

I worked with a



hyperactive fellow.


Who was in


a band

and loved to play classical music.


He was diagnosed with ADHD

or something similar to that

at a tender age.


There was no comment

about a humane solution

to channel his excess energy into


The Arts

creative things of sorts.


Before given a Ritalin prescription,

cause and effect

should be determined.


Before collecting a check

from multinational Biotechs.


Again cause and effect should be determined,

before affecting a Ritalin solution

from the pharmaceutical factories.


When one cage

a promising young healthy animal

full of excessive vitality.

It will exhibit similar traits of ADHD.


So here it stands

a question writing itself

in the palm of your hand.


Is hyperactivity

the effect of imprisoning ones child

in the prime of his life?


Without the healing sunshine

in a six walled hell

of concrete and cinder blocks,

starved of love,

and exposed to the dreaded hot cold?


With only a forty inch

flat psychedelic screen

to over exercise his tiny eyes

in sacrifice of his

large mind


and soul?


To feed a child’s primal desires,

and teach him to rely on basic instincts?


What is now out of control

you seek to induce control

byway of Ritalin?


Welcome to the dawn

of the modern electronic babysitter,

which is far from complete,

and not very cheap.



is suppose to replace

warm loving Grandparents,

who come free and cheap.


While Grandma and Grandpa

are rotting in the so loved nursing home

as modern cash commodity Cows.



is the hyperactivity

the effect of parental and social failures?

The aforesaid matter

should be determined false or true

before he was given a Ritalin solution?



the antecedent

of the same phantom brain beast

causing synaptic anomalies we create,

and the psychiatrist seem to

pin the blame

of our civilization’s wretched sins,

on the same damn thing?


Who themselves suffered a similar fate

of being raised in a cold black steel

and concrete pen.

I remember someone said;

“Remove the beam from ones own eye;

so one could see clearly

to remove the speck from another's eye.”


Cause and effect

contain the answers we seek

which we buried in our timely keep.


His only crime

was wanting to do time

in service of his country.


As it may seem

it was his only dream.

As he stands

to be a man in the Army.



because he took Ritalin

they would not let him in.

He was barred without a cause

of his own making.


His reasons were noble,

and his ideals was grand,

but they would not trust him,

with a gun in his hand.


As strange as it may seem

he confided in me

some facts of the aforesaid theme.


without a doubt

Ritalin was the reason

he could not serve Her Majesty the Queen

in his chosen season.


There was something about

being unbalanced no doubt,

and possible Ritalin induced

psychotic events.


Or some possible future psychosis,

who the hell knows

or ought to have known

what its’ all about

before making an uninformed choice

on the poor boy’s life.


Which make you say;

“Oh why?”

“Oh why?”

“Oh my!”


Like a silly little kid

playing in a living sandbox,

of circuits,


biological material,

and spiritual things

they have no understanding of.


Mixing chemicals like an alchemist,

snipping ganglions

cutting out



and thing-a-ma-jigs;


responsible for functions

we don’t really grasp

leaving holes in our brains,

dead circuits in their wake.

It is a wonder we funtion still.


One cannot escape their Ritalin pass

without the cost.


Maybe we should think about

the unholy things

we are feeding our children

and the mind altering things

we install in them.


Pavlov's classical conditioning,

is practically learned

through repetitive actions

for every time we feed

a rewarding miracle pill.


To the glorious end,

to be transformed

or be evolved

to the ultimate enlighten citizens.


Human salivating Pavlovian Dogs!


The choices we make

to enforce upon a young innocent mind

is the same initial choices that we find.


Destroying the owner’s

of the now insane brain,

even their wives

and also the offsprings they share.

Then squarely place the blame

on the same victims.


Is this progress?


Is this the herald

utopia of modern miracle drugs?


maybe just a dystopia?


Did someone check the water and food?

We are not all fools.


Let us be frank.


It is all about modern commodity controls!


Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron

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But she looks so perfect

Even when it's all gone wrong

No, her parents don't love her

And I watch her try to stay strong

I won't move along like they want me to

I'm too young but I'll stay true

There's dead bodies coming down from the ceiling

Clueless as to what I'm even feeling

I suspect they might be drug dealing

Her poetry entices me

Because it just isn't art

If it didn't come from the heart

Trapped in a bubble

Now the house is burning down

It's like I can see her screaming

But I can't hear a sound

Said she pretends to be gay

So she can get away

They'd rather believe that

Than the truth she'd like to say

Lies, why do you play?

In her eyes I see she knows it isn't okay

Oh, how'd it ever get this bad?

No one sees she's sad

Better not let them see

False freedom isn't easy 

She can drive

But she'll always have to hide

Beauty is a curse and it's getting worse

She says she's not a criminal 

Yet she's caged just like an animal

Baby, tell me what is it you've done?

On rare occasion she'll succeed

They'll unlock her cage and she'll be freed

She looks so perfect

As I watch it all go wrong

Yet she still insists I play along

Someday, Honey, you must speak

It's wrong for you to act so weak

They're throwing drinks around

Pills by the pound

Bottles on the ground

She can't stand the sound

I don't want her in this crazy mess

But she still says I better not confess

They're all counting down the days

When she can just go away

No one wants her anyway 

Her Mom is saying we're angels

Her Grammie is oh so proud

When will your secrets hit the ground?

I can see her heart sinking down

As they're screaming all around

One is counting calories

The other's holding on hopelessly

If the attic falls down

And the closet opens up

Maybe then that'd be enough


Common Hardship

I see you walk down the hallway

Staring at the ground dully

When you lean your head up you give a weak smile

I can see the pain in your bleak eyes

You look like all the happiness was whipped out of your brain

Who knows what happened to make you feel this way

But every once in a while I feel the same

Could it be those boys who push you around all day?

Or the girls who gang up on you in the hallways?

Could it be the reason behind the bruises you try so hard to hide?

Or is it because the track marks on your arms are killing your small ounce of pride?

I have tried to understand your side

But you make that hard to do

When all you do is lie

I have been by your side since junior high

Don’t keep telling me you’ll get by

It’s hard out there and I know your tongue tied 

But you need to decide what you want for YOUR life

Don’t let yourself be denied by the world because of how you feel inside

Let me guide you towards help

And help will be supplied

Together side by side we can go worldwide

And help those who feel alone inside

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem originally for a scholar ship, but I want it to be read by more people because I'm proud of it (: