Condolences to all the families that lost loved ones due to mental illness in 2014. We're working for deliverance for families experiencing mental health crisis, particularly those who have imprisoned sick relatives. Thanks to online friends who help give Assistance to the Incarcerated Mentally Ill.
Two poems by Mary Neal - all rights reserved
"Jesus Christ's Christmas in Solitary"
"Jesus Christ's Christmas in Solitary"
At Christmastime it seems so cold
to lock sick people in the hole
Mental illness is their crime
Over a million doing hard time
We sing carols about Emanuel
and His blessed Mother Mary
But Jesus' left the manger now
He's locked in solitary
"Whatever you do to the least of these,
you do also to me"
Christ shivers in His lonely cell
Every sick prisoner is He
What will we do to rescue our Lord
and save Him from His plight?
God gave His Son to restore us all
Let's treat His brethren right
(Matthew 25:40)
I have not had such interference publishing a poem since I published "Dog Justice." "Jesus Christ's Christmas in Solitary" was published years ago, but the cyber stalkers act like it is brand new. They are truly psychopaths. See below another holiday favorite, "Empty Chair at Christmas." I wrote it about my mentally disabled brother who was secretly arrested for 18 days and returned to his family as a naked corpse, without explanation, inquest, investigation, and with due process of law denied. The poem is about Larry Neal, but his circumstances nearly match other mentally ill people killed in custody in the United States of America.
"Empty Chair at Christmas"
There is an empty chair at our Christmas table
That was yours to fill
It’s been eleven long years since you left us
And we don’t know why – still
We’ve asked year after year
But no one will answer our query
Why was he arrested – why did he die
Please tell us what happened to Larry
"No explanation! No records! Stop asking!"
This is the official reply
From all the government offices
“He’s dead – let sleeping dogs lie"
But we’ll not give up, my brother
Until we know what is true
There’s an empty chair at our Christmas table
That should have been filled by you
We'll have dinner together again some day
At the Lamb’s great Wedding Feast
You’ll have a sound heart and clear mind
No longer last and least
Until then we’ll help those like you
Befuddled, confused, afraid
In jail for mental illness
May our commitment never fade!
http://WrongfulDeathOfLarryNeal.com/main.html
http://WrongfulDeathOfLarryNeal.com/main.html
The music video embedded below pertains to prisoners who serve life sentences, which are also called "the other death penalty."
I'll Be Coming Home for Christmas, Mama
music video on YouTube
http://youtu.be/1hKHzJRzx18
by Buzzy Martin
music video on YouTube
http://youtu.be/1hKHzJRzx18
by Buzzy Martin
Director of "Human Rights Demand" channel at Blogtalkradio, Assistance to the Incarcerated Mentally Ill, the Human Rights for Prisoners March, and the Davis-MacPhail Truth Committee (an anti-DP org)
Website: Wrongful Death of Larry Neal
http://WrongfulDeathofLarryNeal.com/main.html
Email address MaryLovesJustice@gmail.com
Phone (678)531.0262 or (571)335-1741
Condolences to all the families that lost loved ones due to mental illness in 2014. We're working for deliverance for families experiencing mental health crisis, particularly those who have imprisoned sick relatives. Thanks to online friends who help give Assistance to the Incarcerated Mentally Ill.
ReplyDelete"Jesus Christ's Christmas in Solitary"
At Christmastime it seems so cold
to lock sick people in the hole
Mental illness is their crime
Over a million doing hard time
We sing carols about Emanuel
and His blessed Mother Mary
But Jesus' left the manger now
He's locked in solitary
"Whatever you do to the least of these,
you do also to me"
Christ shivers in His lonely cell
Every sick prisoner is He
What will we do to rescue our Lord
and save Him from His plight?
God gave His Son to restore us all
Let's treat His brethren right
Empty Chair at Christmas
There is an empty chair at our Christmas table
That was yours to fill
It’s been eleven long years since you left us
And we don’t know why – still
We’ve asked year after year
But no one will answer our query
Why was he arrested – why did he die
Please tell us what happened to Larry
"No explanation! No records! Stop asking!"
This is the official reply
From all the government offices
“He’s dead – let sleeping dogs lie"
But we’ll not give up, my brother
Until we know what is true
There’s an empty chair at our Christmas table
That should have been filled by you
We'll have dinner together again some day
At the Lamb’s great Wedding Feast
You’ll have a sound heart and clear mind
No longer last and least
Until then we’ll help those like you
Befuddled, confused, afraid
In jail for mental illness
May our commitment never fade!
Poetry by Mary Neal - all rights reserved
I'll Be Coming Home for Christmas, Mama
by Buzzy Martin
http://youtu.be/1hKHzJRzx18
MaryLovesJustice Neal
Director of "Human Rights Demand" channel at Blogtalkradio, Assistance to the Incarcerated Mentally Ill, the Human Rights for Prisoners March, and the Davis-MacPhail Truth Committee (an anti-DP org)
Website: Wrongful Death of Larry Neal
http://WrongfulDeathofLarryNeal.com/main.html
Email address
MaryLovesJustice@gmail.com
Phone (678)531.0262 or (571)335-1741
GOD LOVES JUSTICE.
Therefore,
Mary Loves Justice!
Dear Mary..
ReplyDeleteHaving just done two things, having been released from a DECENT hospital in Vermont, and having read my records, nearly 1000 pages of LIES generated from a torture tomb... aka New Britain General Hospital in Connecticut, I now know the difference between humane treatment and, well, the sort of "treatment" that kills and also led me to literally run away from my lifelong home in Connecticut to Vermont where I had the correct feeling I would be safe from murder by so-called "mental health providers".
That said, I would be honored to be your radio guest. Let me know when and how. Love to you and Happy New Year, 2015 and my best wishes always.
By the way your poems made me weep...
Pam W.