That big building you used to think was always a point of interest. Often looking inside the huge place glancing up at the flats above. This morning your routine changed burned down by a mob deranged!
From a distance today you had to pass now a burnt out blackened shell! Survived enemy bombs during the blitz a reflective comment often heard. No more can this land mark be seen where the town's history had been!
Streets that use to be smart and trim now are burnt out and grim. Until the different cultures unite onward will go the fight!
The Foureyed Poet.
Shocking the the recent riots or whatever they are classed as. But when property and life is put at risk happens in a so called civilised country. It is time to be very concerned. The Foureyed Poet.