London’s Bleak Horizon

London’s Bleak Horizon

A city once bedecked in splendor and grace,
Now tainted, its beauty displaced.
Knifings shatter the tranquility of the night,
A chilling reminder of London’s plight.

Feral gangs roam, their hunger for chaos unbound,
Leaving an urban landscape deeply profound.
Rampant fare-dodging, a norm in this land,
Where rule-breakers flourish, guided by no hand.

Rarely a police officer in sight, it seems,
Lost in a labyrinth of broken dreams.
The guardians once summoned by our fears,
Now MIA, their absence sheds silent tears.

Like a ghost town, reminiscent of old,
London’s dark alleys tell tales yet untold.
A grisly reminder of New York’s troubled past,
A portrayal of London’s decline, icy and vast.

Yet amidst the bleakness, a flicker of hope,
A call to unite and strive to cope.
For London, a phoenix, shall rise from the ash,
Reclaiming its glory, removing the clash.

Let us not forget the strength within,
To reclaim our city, let optimism begin.
Hand in hand, we shall mend the divide,
For a revived London we will proudly abide.