Buses.

Colour is what makes the world come alive.

It's brightness enchanting London to life.

But to the idiots in this city, I must insist,

You can't live in London, AND be racist..

Our national flag is red white and blue,

The colours that influence everything we do,

From the sky up above when it's rarely doesn't rain,

To the buses on the roads, traffic driving us insane.

The squish of the tube may be boring black and white,

But in such a colourful world, something isn't right,

When a hijab is the reason a woman can't feel safe,

She shouldn't feel threatened just because her own faith,

Offends bigots like you, who stop and stare,

As if colour in London is really so rare,

You have China town, Mosques, so please stop your murmurs,

The Royal Albert Hall? That was named after a German.

You act as if colour makes London go bad,

But without it, this beautiful city would go mad,

Because colour is what makes the world come alive.

And it's bigots like you who struggle and strive,

To rid this city of everything new,

Only to please people just like you.

At times London may be the city of hate,

With no tolerance for traffic, or tourists or fate,

But without it's colour it would stop shining through,

But hey, at least it would please bigots like you.

Author's Note

I realised I swore a lot in this one.. Just another venting thing. Reviews always welcome!

Reviews

[Francis Magnusson]

very nice poem! very well-written from your own point of view. It's very rare these days that you read a poem that rhymes haha