Treasure Island

Alexander Hayden James Smith


This Is London


This is a London of litter and tears;
This is the London that everyone fears.
This is a London that chokes back its grief.
This is London; the heartbreaking thief.
This is a London that tries not to cry.
This is London; a stranger walks by.

This is a London that huddles in the street;
This is London with bags on its feet.
This is a London of tags and crews.
This is a London of fags and booze.
This is the London that lies just beneath;
This is London with sharp, gleaming teeth.

This is a London I know you all crave;
This is a London I'll take to the grave.

(2004)

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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