Among the three four hundred sinners
I stand alone, restrained by ego
Among the fifty disturbed and criminal
I found my hell, Federico abominable
To walk my wards, to smell my crimes
Soiled rags and plastic knifes
All that I knew fades in sight
When nurse Minera struts inside
I know the drill, I lift straitjacket
Bent on table, await his package
He smirks when pushing face to table
I am unwilling I am not able
Another day, another virgin
He likes us when we are unable
Crying, screaming makes no difference
Only builds his fury liquid
When he is done, I know I’m safe
It’s the price we all have paid
Later in the night we gather
Patients four, ten, me, and other
From our bounded book in red
We read for our souls, we wept
If the gods from up above
Will not listen to our sort
We will call upon the fallen
The ones below, the ones who come and
Spread our misery unto others
While it lifts us we abolish
All the nurses and directors
All the guards, the ones who tamed us
Above them all we fly and snigger
Our revenge on Mora twinkles
We insert them as they did us
We rip their clothes as they did us
We laugh at them as they did at us
Thou shalt not do onto others what they did on us?
Federico Mora is a hospital in Guatemala that was described as the most dangerous mental health institution in the world. I read an article about it a few years back and it stayed with me so I wrote this poem that I hope will make people investigate more into the rehabilitation programs that our countries offer and therefor inform themselves on what's going on behind some hospital's closed doors.