London
A poem about the grit, grim and love of London
Tarmac Sprawl for miles on end Cement Grey Smooth Warm to the touch
Lookup And see glass Side by side With bricks and mortar Chimneys That tells of another age
Here lies history Pre and post Revolutions These roads were made for marching Where laws were challenged Enacted, retracted And change the world
The heart Of once a great Empire Now humbled By tourist stands And white men Who bow down to The roars of progress
The roar of The people they once colonised Now natives to this land And a city Of urban slums Mixed between luxury and palaces
Swoosh A blur of red Double-decker bus splashes A cyclist It’s yet another grey day Big Ben still chimes
Boom Cracks the drums of Its citizens on the streets Demanding change
Quiet is the parks Offices and the tube Conformist trying to make a buck
It is a city Of cobbled stones Between hipster vegan cafes And you can get lost here Or found Depending on how you’re inclined
A million boxes stand Side by side Each housing A Londoner
Each dream their own dreams And visit their own Cornerships A kaleidoscope A melting pot of culture Songs Food Lives Living With curiosity And in long patient queues
You can be anyone In London A city full of hidden Magic Behind every tree Or door Or alleyway Find the right basement And you may just become Whoever you want to be






