Misery in london

 

Misery in London

 

People walking along the grey stone street,

On past that grey old church of old times’ sake,

Up the walk, and down the grey, grassy hill,

Along the cold dark river, grey with sludge,

Around the grey leav’ed trees and black roses,

Once brilliant blooming flowers grey with soot,

Now ghastly shadows of their former selves, 

The air is choked with dirty smog and gloom,

And the people screaming from their rooftops,

Child in the street, Woman in the park,

Each cry cries man has ever cried before,

Child chocking on the black, smoggy air,

Mans arms and legs in knots on the cold floor,

Each one miserable in its own way.