The Self Destructive cityscape

London's skyline streaches out before me,

A mix-match of lights and brick,

The great capital in all it's magnificant glory,

The city that never sleeps.

 

A barrage of endless sounds,

A mass of media pollution,

A million different voices,

A million different minds.

 

Hidden beneath the greed,

A world of collected indavduals,

Vibrant souls dancing colours through the streets,

genius's buired beneath the dirt.

 

A city caged by it's own corruption,

Puncuturing the spirits of it's very own spawn,

The streets littered with abandoned stardust,

Painted wall to wall with hidden talent.

 

A creative multi-plex anxiously waiting,

The slaughter of the fallen soilders,

A land brimming with produce,

Disregarded before the taste.

 

The vison of equality so half heartedly persued,

An idealism frozen in time by a stricter mind,

Silenced those that spoke out for better,

Condemed to live a life of political lies.

 

London in all its tainted elegance,

The city of great possiblity,

Choking under its self inflicted smog,

Dieing from self inflicted wounds.

Reviews

[Una Xoto]

wow no reviews yet? I really dug this piece. It aims at the truth and reality & makes me want to know why im still living within my own concrete tv wire jungle