Concilio Et Labore Poem by Mancunian Lad

Concilio Et Labore



The cobbled streets beneath my feet
Give my heart its pounding beat
When I look up the sky is grey
But I can't find a bad word to say
The city's split blue and red
The big wheel turns above your head
The shops and bars are modern and new
But to its roots our city stays true
No bombs or attack could cause a crack
Because Manchester will never hold back

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Mancunian Lad

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