London

Whilst you build your monuments to money

Sparkling and shining

We, the undersigned,

Walk in dirt filled underpasses

Away from your eyes

This London

So magnificent!

So supreme!

This land of culture and riches

Which grinds the bones of the poor

To build your monstrosities.

Behold!

The civilised capitol of the world!

Which looks with such distain

Upon the blot of life

North of the Watford Gap

Heathens, Picts and Celts

Stupid

To the glory that is London

We, the undersigned, do not agree.

Yours sincerely,

The Heathens, Picts and Celts.

25/11/2013

S J Menary