London ...

London – By Aneliese Whittaker
Concrete jungle, Streets mumble, Journey tumble.
Black cab, tourist lap, have you got a tube map?
Inside my mind, the answers we never find. Bright lights making us blind.
Clock ticking, fag flicking, fight picking.
The city of sin, people rummaging the bin, a game impossible to win.
Capital city, full of people to pity.
Have you got a light mate? N29 bus 10 minutes late.
Saturday night, and I’ve got a date.
Down by the river, drank so much I’ve hurt my liver.
People of all races, different faces, from different places
Fill the street, you’ll never meet, my heart beat …
… pounds, loud sounds, go and buy those rounds.
Fast pace, feels like space, in the rat race
Oxford street, find a tube seat, our eyes meet,
Out drinking, dignity sinking, got me thinking.
Keep to the left, check your pockets for theft,
Excuse me mate can you spare some change please? Get on your knees. You’re hearts freeze..
.. To stone, in the world all alone, nowhere to call home.
The streets full of smack, going round this track, have you got any crack?
Eyes full of greed. Back of the bus smoking weed.
Give me a little bit, just one hit,
8 am on the Clock, cockney hickory hickory dock, people begin to flock.
Please stand clear of the door, papers scatter the floor, suits begin to pour ..
Into the light, get home in the thick of the night, looking for something to fight
And the streets begin to mumble, tubes beneath rumble, dreams take a tumble…
In the concrete jungle.