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A realist psychiatrist, prescribe medicine,
To those who feel they were wrong:
Hoping they guide us to live,
A better life than some of us,
Darker than the sun:
A realist psychiatrist,
Never speaks about Jesus,
Out loud, maybe I am wrong:
That they seem to see, religion always,
Having some form of confrontation:
And those who believe, sing hymns
And glorious songs, closer to,
Their higher consciousness — to them,
it seen, some of us gone mad:
A realist psychiatrist, sees their clients,
Lost, sad, confuse, deceived by evil plan,
Broken, hurt, used —step out of bond,
Some of them smile at our destruction:
A realist psychiatrist, cannot see,
The magnificent God in everyone:
Feel they are powerful than the Highest God:
And follow man’s law, to keep, us oppressed,
Knowing the truth, the beautiful divine presence,
Of a man & woman: Sometimes God was not mention,
Only prescribe medication; in their Psychic notes,
Write off by mankind, as less than human:
A realist psychiatrist, seems to lack compassion,
Seem unfriendly in their title,
Yet, God give us hope —grace,
Even in our wrongs, knows our heart,
And sees everyone!
Empress Journee
