An Ode to London Town

Published: 18 August, 2011

The shimmering blue lights illuminate the old red bricked building’s façade.
London streets are burning
A miserable smoke.
The wooden doors,
The glass windows,
The metal shutters,
Anything seemingly impenetrable, pounded.
Fiery fists of fury and angst
Bats and sticks smashing and thrashing
Sticky fingers reaching for what’s not theirs;
Leeches of Despair.
Sirens wail a tune of despondency
The fires, they are burning
Searing those poor unworthy souls with every lick
Lash after lash after lash
The future is uncertain
These are the sinister kids
Revolting
They seek what’s not theirs,
They seek the idle path of self-pity.

Jack D Rogers