Majestic, it stands so tall
The sights of London, you can see them all
North, East, South and West all tell a story
A homeless man weeping, as bankers’ prowl for selfish glory
The cars carelessly surge, a person would lie still
While the MPs sit at their desks, have they much to fulfil?
The degraded wander, anger and rage still grows
As a teenager yields a knife, to take down foes
Diversity and culture, an open stage for many
Whilst crime thrives in shadow, short of dignity
Connecting ‘The City’, the tube keeps it alive
Yet insecurity is felt, after a certain day in 2005
For the eye watches, as the cycle keeps going
A tear it may cry, there is no way of knowing.
By Alexander Tyldesley
