London

They see it as aesthetically pleasing The interconnection of a cultural clash Making diverse diasporas meet Distinctive city made out of filthy cash They see the blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine, I’d admit This city has made it far But The way the media portray London, is nothing but a filthy facade They see the TFL system as vintage but innovative But that’s expectations vs reality Only by the grace of sanitation does the tube exist at all And those TFL strikes are restricting our vitality Its time to face reality. I see London as a territory of tension, trauma and apprehension Lungs as well as roads congested, but somehow also desolated A place where a human can feel an attachment to the nature, but somehow humanly alienated And are those big red buses they fantasize really cozy or claustrophobic? Well that depends if there’s a psycho on it Were taught to mind our business, not to show were petrified inside They say this rarely happens, but in London its normalised. And as a student, The government making maths compulsory is useless. Now London is a field full of soulless and fatalistic students Left with a small future and a smaller inspiration Making them suicidal and clueless.