The Mother’s Son

1 
I have a dream - a dreadful dream
A dream that is never done,
I watch a man go out of his mind,
And he is My Mother's Son. 
2
They pushed him into a Mental Home,
And that is like the grave:
For they do not let you sleep upstairs,
And you're not allowed to shave.
3
And it was not disease or crime 
Which got him landed there,
But because They laid on My Mother's Son 
More than a man could bear.
4
What with noise, and fear of death,
Waking, and wounds and cold,
They filled the Cup for My Mother's Son
Fuller than it could hold.
5
They broke his body and his mind 
And yet They made him live,
And They asked more of My Mother's Son 
Than any man could give.
6
For, just because he had not died,
Nor been discharged nor sick,
They dragged it out with my Mother's Son 
Longer than he could stick....
7
And no one knows when he'll get well 
So, there he'll have to be:
And, 'spite of the beard in the looking-glass,
I know that man is me!

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