By William Blake
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
Confused man wanders through the streets of London
This Monday around noon a man was wandering through the chartered streets of London. He was very pale and it seemed like he was going to faint. He was very confused and people tried to speak to him, but he didn’t answer them correctly. Instead of answering he kept screaming that he saw weakness and woe in people’s faces and that he heart mind-forged chains. It seemed like he was in a kind of trance, so people called the police. Fortunately he was not aggressive to anyone. After the police came and took him with them, he got admitted to a mental institution. After his psychiatrist had a lot of interviews with him and after he got medicines he is now stable and accountable again. He had been in a psychosis. He said that the reason of his psychosis was that he walked that morning through the streets and he realised that everybody sets limits for himself and he saw how sad it made the people. He also saw prostitutes and he could only think about the new generation getting infected by the youthful Harlot’s curse. He found out that the church and the government are guilty. Guilty of the Chimney-sweeper’s cry and the hapless Soldier’s sigh. All of this drove him crazy and it got so bad that he got into the psychosis. The psychosis made him unable to control himself. Fortunately he is now in good hands and he gets lots of help to never let something like this happen again to him.