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London doesn't welcome
It just assumes you've always been here
Undocumented
Where else would you have been?

If you can't find your niche here then,
It simply doesn't exist
A calling must emanate
From the steel reinforced estates
Or the water themed apartment blocks
But it must, unarguably

The united nations of gentrification
A nation's GDP in a city
Poster boy for social deprivation
Take my money or my pity
London's streets exist without
The slightest slither hint of doubt
That anyone would not bow devout
At the alter of this city

Land of the charm laden lad
Of rehearsed one liners
And embarrassing innuendo
Of sexual flirtations
And hesitation-free intercourse

Undeclared nation state
Sprawling mega city
Devouring all that surrounds
With self entitled land grabs
And economic hostages
While the rest of the world regards you
With nostalgia prismed wonder
Or unregulated disdain

No shelter, no refuge of respite
Just a constant primal churning
While a country sits silently contrite
Observes the wheels of greed turning
Through schemes disfigured by poverty
And palaces overflowing in mockery
I hope one day we'll again see
The streets of London burning

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from The Man Who Came in from the Mud E​.​P., released November 17, 2014

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Kevin P. Gilday Glasgow, UK

Kevin P. Gilday is an award-winning writer and spoken word artist from Glasgow, Scotland.

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