Escape

This made me think of our social media escape route - now in the 21stC   - I wonder what Grandad would have thought ?

Why all this hunting for entertainment,

In theatres cramming, in novels dipping?

Why all this lust for hectic excitement,

Newspapers chewing, at races gambling?

I know it's a dire sign of the time,

And folk are aflame to stake on a chance

That might ease ever so little the rack and the pine,

And by basking in fiction the real world escape.

But dare not to look on the street about you,

Around, below, aghast to above,

Are hope and despair, Earth's grand creatures a-mildew;

The comic and tragic of perennial love.

Avaunt! Avaunt! The foeted hall.

Away! Away! The novelette.

Man is horse mettlesome chained in stall,

With powers stupendous - left to rot.