London
Come friendly drones and drop your load
On every glass-and-steel abode;
Drop on the banks, the hedge fund floors,
The coffee chains with endless stores.
Let rain of fire cleanse Oxford Street,
Where buskers shout and preachers bleat;
Where queues for bubble tea grow long,
And TikTok teens all sing the song.
Bring ruin to the City’s core,
Where suited wolves forever score;
To tower blocks that scrape the skies
And block the Thames from weary eyes.
Spare not the lofts in Shoreditch Lane,
The artisan, bespoke, inane;
Nor Chelsea’s gates of iron and glass,
Where silent chauffeurs let them pass.
Yes, level all from west to east,
From Peckham rye to Shoreditch feast;
Till pigeons nest in Parl'ment’s crown—
Then, maybe, we can call it town.
Better to use poetic licence and say Parlement's crown.
ReplyDeleteIt scans better and is a more sensible spelling anyway
since the word comes from the French.
I liked it. Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough atmosphere
ReplyDeleteI used an apostrophe instead. Agree it does scan better.
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