Poem: The Death Of Civilisation

This is a poem I wrote recently after my first visit back to London after 6 months away.

The cars push past

The city streets choked

Workers puff away worries

People push people passed

Phones are perpetually printed

Headphones block the sweet sounds of the singing starling

Food sellers huff and puff

Serving food with a pinch of disgust

Sad songs can be heard, if one but listened

Above the wailing death of civilisation.

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