Yesterday, i was my own man,
Full of life and fertile semen,
A powerful job, the pecks and the glitz,
A powerful car, a happy family,
A good wife, a good social life,
A big condo, a brood of a happy off-spring,
And an untimely grandchild to add to the family name,
A pilar of my community,

Now, as i sit alone on my bed,
Caged, demented, disoriented and untrusted,
I mumble and fumble, shuffle and fret,
A concoction of medicines ushered to me through a hole,
A metal plate, with what they call breakfast,
Dried break, and cup of tea without milk or sugar,
What has happened, or what happened?,

My sullen wife, still so beautiful if not graceful,
My brood, so promising and oozing with life,
The fundis say i had a nervous breakdown,
Work pressure of political office they mutter,
Politics, politicking, jostling,
Rank and filing,

A hole on the ground for my nature's conviniences,
Who has a toilet next to their bed?,
Doctor do you?, nurse do you? Anyone besides us/me, do you?
Overnight i have lost all my rights,
By the stroke of a pen my fate was sealed, a diagnosis was made,
And with it, all my humane teatment flushed through the gutters,
Why not me , as you would yourself treat?
When i come off this mental stupor, i will sue that white coat off you doctor,

Ostracized by my own community,
Stigmatized by own peers,
Is this the leprosy of today,
I cringe at the thought i will never deemed sane again,
Foever will be labelled the 'mad one',

I lie on my bed hurting, hating, contemplating,
A muffled sob here, a runny nose there,
Cold and abandoned by the 'sane', am aggrieved,
The blankets reek of urine, not mine , or is it?

As i voice my concerns, am deemed not controlled,
More drugs, more stupifying injections,
When am quite am deemed withdrawn,
More drugs more injectables,
Am on the brink of being a zombie,
I have more drugs that blood in circulation,
Someone! anyone! resue me!,

Get me out of this death hole,
To the loving arms of my wife,
To my non judgemental and caring brood,
To the comfort of my own blankets, my cosy home,
My sweet smelling home and wife,
For am still my own man,
Even though you nearly rendered me impotent, and libidoless with your concoctions,
I still flow with my own, fertile semen.