London, a fire was had,
Pita has now spread ,
People are sad and down
Their face showing a frown.
I leave here happy to go
A city so blocked and low,
Negative energy alive,
The spirit in such strife.
The black people give it life,
Style, rhythm helps it strive,
Treated as lower class,
A city that is going too fast.
Oh London you can stop burning,
Your stomach will keep on churning,
Drink peppermint tea to calm,
Open your heart and your palms.
England, not mother at all,
The feminine has taken a fall,
The power you yield is too much,
Let go of imperialism and create a new touch,
© 2005 MCARB
The Brighton to London Poet
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