We huddle,

wingless moths,

Around the single light source,

Plunged into a world

Of yesteryear,

Where looming shadows

Cast by candles,

Form an atmosphere,

Suspense and mystery,

The faces of the people

Draped in various robes

Of bygone days

are modelled by the light

Into wax figures


Technologically deprived,

Our bodies twitch,

Our minds

Devoid of screens

And stimuli,


Forced adjustments

Thrust upon our

Tech addiction,


Munching on cold turkey,

Choking on the bitter taste

Of death.

© Sarah Louise Drury 2019

Tonight, in the uk, it’s comic relief, when the nations greatest comics raise millions for charities around the globe. At this time in the uk, many charities are struggling with funding after the government cut its financial support.

My heart goes out to those in need.

Spare a tenner, mister,
Mister spare a tenner,
I ain’t got no home, mister
No food in me tum, mister,
Freezing cold n glum mister,
Mister spare a tenner.

Spare some coppers, mrs;
Mrs, spare some coppers.
Me kids are starving hungry, mrs,
Shabby all in rags, mrs,
Living out of bags, mrs,
Mrs spare some coppers.

Spare some change, sir
Sir, spare some change.
I just got off the drugs, sir,
Am sleeping on the streets, sir
No money for treats, sir
Sir spare some change.

Spare a kind thought, lady,
Lady spare a thought.
I have to sell my body, lady
Just for my next meal, lady
It’s really no big deal, lady
Lady spare a thought.

Spare us all compassion, people
People spare compassion
Count your tiny blessings, people,
Help those who are broken, people,
Let your hearts be open, people,
People spare compassion.

Hail! Oh hallowed Saviour
Of society
This crazy epidemic of
Life between the veils
What’s real, what’s fantasy?
Clutching, clawing, grasping
At reality.
Go chill, take a pill, the sane mill,
It’s uncool, madness, such an insane
Yet grounding, rooting, back to body
Miracles of modern medics
So take it, just a pill, for total

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