The Flock

The Flock It is winter On the estate Behold the flock of fledgling souls Bedecked in Nike, Fila, Adidas Or maybe Puma If they’re strapped for cash. They gather blindly Like human sheep Around their phones, their chilly bones Whilst attitudes of futility around them creep. In other prosperous boroughs the children sleep But thisContinue reading “The Flock”

Condescending

You put me down, sir You put me down. Because I stand for the North And the Northern girl henceforth And I’m spiralling back and forth Cos you implicate my worth And You put me down. You put me down, lady You put me down. Because I stand for the common man Who in yourContinue reading “Condescending”