This Is London

Descriptive poetry depicting London, if you live there you will get it.

grey

black

bleak

nothingness

empty but crowded

suit and tie

skirt and heels

nothing divides them except the wealth hey hold

so much money

so little to find still

grey

black

bleak

workers all around

not a soul to see

cars and sirens

rain coming down

5pm traffic

tube station crowded

shove and a push

grey

black

bleak

cold damp flat

wailing sirens

hoods like rats escape at night

fire here

glass smashing there

riots over there

screams and yet silent

grey

black

bleak

no colour

no soul

emptiness and crowdedness

bleakness reigns over

the union jack wallowing in the air

red buses

red on grey is all the colour to the eye

Author's Note

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