LONDON

I walk along the red brick streets

Of the empire state of the ancient aeon

‘Financial capital’ of the new definition

The wonder of men and machines

For everyone: privileged and underprivileged

Achievement and miracle of the universe

I wonder in the peoples’ profusion of possessions

Unmatched of all time: past, present and imminent

The dazzling crown of jewels

My eyes fathom out the contrast

What we see, believe and realise

Each and every face I see in the crowd

In the fabulous Ferrari driven glittering streets

I only see anger, anxiety and distress

Fear and terror in every face

Child, adult, man and woman

Have tears and toils in every tales

The jewelled and glittered streets

But the crowds of human create unheard hearse

No touch, no feelings, and no heart

I only see machines walking in the streets

In  a great haste

In humanoid robotic face.