Shameful! : (London, February 12th,2019) Poem by DM W

O the cold, empty subway stations are haunted.
Neon icons illuminate the dreadful night.
Far for the glitz of the fabled West End; far from
The sumptuousness and splendour of the Palace,
I sense the lamentations of the heart's wastelands
In every alley way; in each plagued, lonely street.
Rough sleepers are just like broken angels: clutching
Desperately to fading dreams of former glories.

It's twenty years since I was last present here.
Little has changed; but now you can taste the fear.
Undoubtedly, this can be a thriving place to
Live for the rich: dirty money flows like water
Here.But for the poor it's sheer misery.
O they constantly have salt rubbed in their wounds, as
The advertisements dazzle from all directions.
It will be some time before I return again.