My Home Town
It used to be nice
In the North
When we were working class
Not just poor
Neighbours would
Chat and laugh,
Exchange news and views
Over the garden fence
Children were safe
To play out all day
Those living on the street
Would make sure it was that way
Not everyone had a phone
Or a car
Or had a foreign holiday
But we didn’t mind
Because what we had
Where we lived
Meant it was
A nice place to be
Friends and family
Lived nearby
Always someone around
To help out
Because that’s
What community
Is all about
That’s all gone now
Those who can
Have moved out of town
There’s no one you used to know around
New neighbours keep their heads down
That’s today’s picture of my home town
The centre looks like
It might have been
A functioning place
Once upon a time
Empty shops
Now blight the town
Even Charity Shops
Close down
Daytime drinking and drugs
Funded by the beggars cup
Homelessness all around
Nothing to live for
In my home town
Economic migrants
From all over the world
Hang around my home town
Waiting for their western dream
To come about
We have no idea why they have come
There is no trace of affluence
To share in in my home town
As for work
There’s practically none
Women are spat at in the street
Right where they walk
So in it they step,
Complemented with a disgusted glare
It offends those who have come
That women are out on their own
This never happens when they
Have a man on their arm
White Prostitute is a common slur
Along with white girls are just
Prostitutes you don’t have to pay
How did things get this way?
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