Foreign naïve natives, look down on the influx
From six other continents
Where this cold weather’s too much,
Where flowers are crooked, lop sided from the concrete
Litter, dirt, dust on every street
Corners shared when criminals meet,
Politicians, pimps, prostitutes are beautifully ugly alike
One mask worn in daylight versus the other worn at night

Timetables are nocturnal, yet convenient to me
My small town couldn’t comprehend half the things that I see
One street is a fruitful fountain, opposites’ a desiccated well
No consistent weather, train times, faces or smells

A human dutchie pot of nations,
Twisted mother tongues in a terrine,
Shopping streets named after universities, roads after kings,
Palace of a part nazi ‘queen’, who benefits from these royal things,
Overlooks my forced foreign ancestors finance the revenue she brings

Some call it a vacation,
Some call it run down,
Some call it the money capital
I love- hate London town.

Author: La-Donya Henriquez