londons pride

this poem came up whilst cheffing in a busy pub set upon the thames

London’s pride

A river flowing dank and dark

Polluted within its very heart

A liquid thick and writhe with pain

The end of lives when sight is plain

The soul within our city lies

The stench draws leagues of gritty flies

Our city’s pride our city’s eyes

It cannot hide within the

night

The moon breaks bright throughout the mist

The sky’s orb shines on this abyss

Defunct yet dressed by shimmers kiss

Moonlight allows the sinners

bliss

The dawn of day shall show the truth

As searing sunlight procures the proof

Once obscured by dark of night

The light now shows the city’s blight

The sight in set should seize the eye

And squeeze emotion till ducts are

dry

Yet passers by will show no care

Although the stench is in the air

A mirror of the city’s life

Alone and dark the city’s

strife

d.o.t

 

Reviews

[Gee]

Went to a pub in London called The London Pride on the eve of Charles and Diannes wedding,got properly hammered.....and the next day in another pub.Enjoyed your writing,don't get anxious there are some very good people on here who will give you all the help /encouragement you need.Take care.

[Quill]

how humans ignore the environment and ultimately themselves, nicely written poem