I will cry out loud till tomorrow
Shout and run around naked on rooftops
I hate hospitals
I hate the smell of their bleached floors and walls
I hate the doctor whose smile never reaches the eye
I detest the grumpy, tired nurse
With feigned concern and affection
And the prying eyes of patients
Strangers who wished they could be anywhere else but there
Who stare with pity and smile in kinship
I hate this maddening place
With their long needles and gloved hands
Reminding me of the cold hands of death
I really hate the voices of anguish
Voices that haunt me late into the night
Strangled sobs of terror
From adopted sons of this damned territory