Streets Of Harlesden Poem by Esther Melbourne

Streets Of Harlesden



A change has come
A change has come
No more trees’s surrounding me
No more energy
Just pollution
Frustration
Contamination
Mental slavery....

Genuine smiles No more,
All for one's self
Greed,
Envy,
Money
Control
War
Power
War
World Domination

Unnecessary Deaths life’s
Stolen,
Without warning
Just gone,
Revelations knocking!
Revelations knocking!
Thee end has dawned upon us
There’s nowhere to run,
No where to hide
CCTV in operation
on our door steps
in our homes
No more freedom
Mind controlled by Material possessions
No love
No peace
No care
just
NOTHING
No more free oxygen
No fresh air
No leaves
Concrete meals
deals
No more fields for the children to
Run
Jump
Skip
Laugh
Just
Over populated societies
Gun's
Knives
Drugs
Lies
Lies
Lies
No form of role models
Each race face to “their own”
No unity
Separation welcomed

Bear cans in hands, whilst on the school run
Frail, Skinny women twitching, standing on the corner of Wendover
Scratching herself
Seeking her next victim to get her
Fix
A place to rest her head....

Lady preaching under the clock tower
Everyone, passing
Hypnotized
Some laughing
Cussing
Shouting
SHUT UP
While she continues
“THE LORD LOVES YOU”
No one stops to listen to her massage
HER warning
HER cries
In their own worlds in their
MINDS...


(2009)

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