If hell's portico could be here
It would surely be there full
For sentient souls imprisoned
In body and mind unreachable
Those senile spirits know little
Digressing as if a child reversed
Back to the womb that is earth
They live final days, a tragic tale
The staff has a load that far exceeds
That of those in hospital service
But they too cope with apathy
Through indifference, complaining
The heirarchy their mandated law
The nurses sacked in hospital go
To pass pills and just survive
While STNAs pass the buck on
The patients paying top dollar monthly
They pay for staff conflicts and slough
Ignored, sometimes to the point of death
In a world where a change of name
Limits lethal legal liabilities
Their neglect and ignorance clad
Daily causes crimes against humanity
In a sphere where justice should be
The constant companion of compassion
There is an unwritten rule, bitter
Amongst residents unescaping
Not to associate with those impermanent
They are bound like prisoners
In a cell, a hotel room inhospitiable
Here, in this mindless manor
Lie the injustices and decisions erred
That condemned rats to a maze
Never to find an end, only beneath a shroud
Tis better to die beneath a tall tree
On a sunny day with a sweet breeze
To look into the eyes of God, alone
Than endure a BM hell neglected there
When life is no more than routines
What's for dinner, evaluating BMs
Pill time, unwanted prods and pokes
The corridors echo with ignored alarms
Dante did not consider this travesty
In an inferno where the level seen
It only sinks further still unnoticed
By heads turned away conveniently so