With weary winds,
The clouds fall upon the sword of London.
Passing rain as shame,
Royalty, businessman and labourers scurry for cover.
Homesick colonial remnants,
Choked and tortured by the big smoke.
Whilst the River Thames,
Regurgitates the murdered, forgotten and foreign.
Despite all the lights to make sights so clear,
Ignorance breeds out of fear.