this is london

this is london 

the dark cold alleyways, 

the cold cobbled streets, 

the hum of the city, 

this is london 

as dawn breaks slowly, 

and lights the dark city, 

civilians rush about in a hurry, 

this is london 

the blaring of horns, 

the air of fumes, 

the smell of dampness 

this is london 

the tourists flock from all directions, 

getting their memorable moments captured, 

big ben towers over the old tired buildings, 

this is london 

double deckers rush by 

as do taxis 

people running, always running 

this is london 

the eye glares slowly out across the river 

buckingham guards carefully over the queen 

the chapels in kensington packed to the rafters 

this is london 

beggars lie in the street 

half heartedly cupping their hands 

booths with advertisements for all kinds of action 

this is london 

never a dull moment 

never a quiet one 

not here where people are running 

always running london 

Silent Dogwood