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.