Fifty Two Miles
Fifty Two miles of urban sprawl
The expanse of London, 8 million in all
All coming to seek their fortune and fulfil their dreams
But most fall into the cracks somewhere in between
Unemployment rife and the youth are despairing
They brought into a lie, and now are accused of not caring
The unequivocal pain they must feel
The angst of living, of being real
The tap of the police on a neighbour’s front door
One drug dealer down, now raising seven more
The fast road to riches, the fast road to death
And yet in this urban sprawl I’d say that I am blessed.