Freshly ground coffee beans scented in the air
Drilled workers wait for the train without a care
A clock ticks towards the nine o’clock start, the essence is time
Regimented to the days work everyone is primed
On the London underground, the rat race crushes on the train
Nobody utters a single word, in silence coldness remains
Ignorance is blind; society has made peoples visions blurred
And on each week day blinkered people live on undeterred

When I have visited London I really hated the place.