Fifteen different pills, that’s FIFTEEN pills each day for one person; that’s what the dear old man I saw slowly shuffling into the doctors’ surgery takes to keep going. We’re not living longer; we’re being pickled by the pharmaceutical corporations
Help Me Someone, Help Me
“Help me, someone help me. Is there anyone there?” The cry of anguish from a child lost in the dark who wants their mother? The nervous call of an injured person stuck on a cliff edge hoping to be rescued