The Workhouse

Life how it was.

The Workhouse was dirty and dingy and dark

not many morsels and little to drink.

bodies sprawled around a concrete floor

with writing in blood on the grey cold wall.

I was here with no legs and humans just laughed

and  was told to drag this body and hide.

I was ridiculed and kicked and had little sleep.

They wanted me dead to give others a bed.

I prayed more than once for others to escape

but that day never came they all went the same way.

Now these buildings are burned to the ground

and others that followed were cared for and loved.

I did not die in vain and neither will you.

You will all band together and live a great life

with others around you to ensure that I'm right.

They say we all lived on borrowed time

but thank God these days that Disability Rocks.

Of course people are different in every way

but they wanted perfection or you was carted away.

Anne freeman.

Reviews

[Murphy]

You have captured a lot of feeling here, but I'm not quite sure what it's about. Feels like a holocaust. I'm a bit confused, but that's par for the course. Overall, you have definitely captured some very strong feelings here and I can almost smell the stench and feel the sting of death. Nice work.