New Trainers & a Plasma TV

 
Hate on the street
spiked with greed  
bleeding into gutters
swimming through broken glass
breathless from its own mocking laughter
 
For now, I am a prisoner
my heart boarded up
straddled by the mob
reeling from the terrors of the hammer
cowed and punchdrunk with shame
their blows blindly struck
young sickness  
fuelling a river of blood
drowning this night deeper in dread
to curse a lost generation  
 
Burning their own tomorrows
I watch how they run
as with each dawn
I breathe new freedoms
And I do not fear,  
even if they destroy everything--
for I am London
they may bury me alive
but my spirit will survive
to rise again