I was born in 1956 and I couldn't talk or think ,
But found my feet on a Belfast street, skidding on a icy rink .
Suddenly early one morning the troubles came without warning and so I left Belfast and became part of an emigrant link .
Hi-jacked by hard narcotics way back in 1972,
My mind was warped and twisted and I didn't know what I could do .
So I returned to Belfast town , where they took me in,tied me down and zapped my brains until I was a person that nobody knew
.
Re-invented not demented ,
I went back to my Mum and Dad ,
Got a job and worked real hard to regain the respect I once had .
Then just when I was on my feet ,
They threw me on the scrap yard heap,
Too old to work at 25 , I had to survive,
not get mad Admitted into Chelmsford in the late nineteen seventies,
Where deep sleep therapy put people like me down upon our knees ,
Patients rights where forgot about.
Oh God I cried please help me out ,
Then at Chelmsford a royal commission was ordered to seize .
My little sister was killed in a car crash back In 86 ,I became homeless with a hurt nobody and nothing could fix .
Then in October 89 I returned back home for some time .
But after I was robbed In London with the homeless I was mixed .
In 1990 I made it to Ireland half dead on my feet,
Where I was attacked by a small group and beaten up on the street.
Taken unconscious to a bed ,some people thought I was dead ,
But no,
again I talked and I walked and forgave the wrongs instead .
At 47 I'm longing for heaven and living in hell .
A tortured life is what I'm living .
God knows its the truth I tell .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-03-27 06:46:44
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