Misguided youth.
The flashing lights of London gleam in every adolescents dream,
Arriving in the April rain,
A jobless youth expecting fame,
Looking for a place to sleep has hungry looks of shamed defeat.
The flashing lights of London glare in hungry faces of despair,
Begging in the summer air,
People pass without a care for honest minded desperate thieves with faded memories of ease.
The flashing lights of London flash on prostitutes earning their cash in dirt filled seedy Soho slums unaware when autumn comes.
The flashing lights of London beat colours down on icy streets where drunkards fall and paupers freeze in London’s cutting winter breeze.
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