Urban Lullaby Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Are you stuck and alone?
Is hell feeling right?
Interesting seeds have been sewn
By London’s early light.
11 million reside here
That’s part of being lost
Are you one ruled by fear?
Covertly counting up the cost
Do you believe you are different?
Your story still untold
That’s what Aretha meant
Dreams also grow old.
Have you enough bread?
Is there cash for your credit?
A gathering of voices in your hot head
Asks does anything in this town fit?
Baby Mother takes a hit
Count every penny which strays
Sanity chipped away, bit by bit
Someone always pays.
Whether in bills or blood
A land split by human needs
Each government a dud
Politics a place for power and greed
Dead people walking
Decay, despair spiced with desire
No one listening when we’re talking
Just stoking their own inner fire.
We fight now to get close
Parted by societies cruel melody
Our humanity needed the most
To set our song free