London Crowds

Contemporary Poem

High rise buildings
Shattered high hopes
Wound together like
Tethered tight ropes

Won’t someone smile
For me in the crowd?
How can they all
Pretend to be so proud?

Coffee in coffee cups
Pour it down fast
Taste that bitter high
A high that’ll never last

Here you see no clarity
Only black black smoke
Inhale and breathe it in
This way of life’s no joke

Walk through this history
Be a part of someone else’s
You’re only worth the money
Long as you don’t hear the bells

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Photograph by Michael Ash

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