Poem -

mob culture

Piccadilly Circus..
it's stained.
with tears from Eros..
His tears are equal..
they fall like rainbow drops..
untainted love...
pick up your hate
from the streets
and take it back..
leave the horses..
Shankse's pony waits..
foot soldiers of misfortune..
we have no battles here..
only monuments to fate

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