Tuesday, 2 December 2014

London Hellscape

A stampede of drunken fools
Under street lamps and neon, 
Revelling, revolting, regurgitating.

At night they rise out of cubicles,
To drown in intoxicating ignorance.
They steal signs, burn symbols,
Mourning the loss of meaning.

Dante watched them from afar
Suffer in manic laughter.
They would stumble and fall,
In pits of burning asphalt.

He turned away and headed East,
Towards remembering.








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