London <br />I walk every day under your heavy skies <br />the grey lid that covers your people. <br />I walk your filthy streets and step past <br />chicken bones dog excrement vomit urine stains <br />cigarette ends empty Stella cans pizza boxes <br />all discarded by your selfish people <br />who treat your crumbling streets with contempt. <br />London <br />your pall of brown smog covers me <br />yet your cars get bigger <br />minds of the drivers smaller <br />every year. <br />London <br />what have you left to offer? <br />You welcome the poor and treat them like animals <br />you revel in your insular cockney aggression. <br />London <br />your Empire is gone <br />your docks are empty <br />your trading floors filled with vacuous egotists <br />intent on grabbing what they can <br />your football grounds full of glory-seeking merchandise-clad sheep <br />desperate to see a team of foreigners provide some glory. <br />London <br />try a smile <br />instead of a snarl. <br />London <br />try to walk for once <br />instead of pumping out more CO2 from your 3 litre petrol engines. <br />Londoners <br />stop gorging yourselves <br />stop furrowing your brows <br />and open your eyes. <br /> <br />9.5.2007.<br /><br />Jim McDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-4/
