Picture courtesy of http://www.fluidlondon.co.uk
Suits and ties mingle and mix
in the concrete jungle past six
With the tourists and the grafters
all as one in their laughter
The rude and arrogant sound off
trying to show who’s boss
As others rip away their ties
not listening to their bosses lies
A community feel once their was
but the city grew and helped its loss
Now strangers are seen all the time
continuity gone, no longer there to find
Only the ghosts of the past are there
unseen and unnoticed without a care
Their happy voices lost in the past
as these new invaders obliterate shadows cast
Suits and ties now rule the roost
drinking in wine bars where pubs lose
Some hanging by a thread
others buried and long dead
Only the ghosts and the old now mourn
remembering past dawns
A few young reminisce for what never was
dreaming of a past at their cost
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jul 20, 2013
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