August 10, 2010

It’s a Contrast

Posted in Uncategorized at 8:34 pm by bizarrerhymes

Stop and search is not revealing
Brush with the law and start a fight
Rushing, busy, smoky, people
In a village bells are peeling

Going to Stratford’s a round about
Grey light comes from the earth’s black hole
Walking through the tiled tunnels….
In the Sunday Hall kids laugh and shout.

Should I leave the city?
Is ugliness so pretty?
Ripping, tearing, screaming city.

Jimmy was a sorry state
Sorry was his small abode
Taxis were his late night answer
In the village cows silently wait.


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