The Day I Lost My Mind

the day I lost my mind

no ships left the harbour 

Christopher Columbus 

never found the new America,

needles of millions strewn 

upon the pacific edge

laid half injected in the gutter,

there’s a little slice of Calcutta

cooking opium in all of us,

the day I lost my mind

the world never made a fuss,

no trade deals were sanctioned 

the west hadn’t turned to dust,

whilst I untangled the confusion

cancer crept up on us,

as I wrangled with my delusion  

no one ever found a solution 

as to why and how I lost my mind

so now I stay confined for all to see, 

in an open casket people observe me 

taking notes and ticking boxes,

the day I lost my mind 

I joined the billion corpses 

forced to live a life they never wanted