All these people filing through
Where you gonna to sleep tonight?
Pokey flats and high rise homes
Urban semis and townhouse thrones
River barges on the Thames
Chelsea Mews and City gems
Hotel apartments and B and B’s
Chapel houses and monasteries
Everyone goes home to sleep
The moving stream a vigil keeps
It’s good to know we have a home
God help them all that’s left alone
Residents of cardboard city
Sleepers in doorways more’s the pity
And many blasted in Izyum
In makeshift graves they lie unsung
Now recovered for honour due
To every person we should be true
And when the end is come at last
And we are finally laid to rest
The question is what happens then?
Where you gonna to sleep tonight?
The answer comes the promise given
In the land of blessed light
Brian Fahy
16 September 2022
Erris Poetry 