London Town

London Town short poem

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Here come the lights, what’s that I see?
New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made,
Here come the machines to take over from the spades,
churning up the history, now to remain a mystery,
that doesn’t matter, we are making history now,
is what they are saying below their furrowed brows.
What about families, who have nowhere to live,
they will have to go elsewhere or just fall through the city’s sieve.
They’ll be okay, they’re British, they have backbones made of steel,
I think that if you check my friend that isn’t how they feel.
So onward and upward and don’t forget outward, London town will never slow down,
Sucking up villages with ruthless efficiency, flushing out people and animals electrically,
Where will it stop, will it go round the bend? Well if it never stops it will stop at Land’s End!

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I grew up on a council estate bordering the green fields of kent , so it was fishing in streams and glue sniffing skinheads, what a contrast. I,ve taken drugs and had mixed times both very bad and good and have done a huge variety of different jobs which all in all I think make my work interesting. I dont drink or take drugs anymore. Havent for 8 years. Its better but I regret nothing, it all adds to you person.Thanks for reading my work. Its very enjoyable to do and a bit secret !
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Oh,Wow, amazing expressions.

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