Did I tell you
I worked with a
nice
considerate
hyperactive fellow.
Who was in
Cadets
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
Sports
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
body
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.
But
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.
Or
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?
Or
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.
But
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,
chemicals,
biological material,
and spiritual things
they have no understanding of.
Mixing chemicals like an alchemist,
snipping ganglions
cutting out
what-its
not-its
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?
Or
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
Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright
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
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