So for today’s challenge I decided to use William Blake’s London as my source of inspiration see here http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172929. Don’t forget to let me know what you think! 🙂
Blake spoke of a wretched London
cursed by dreams of English elites.
Their world, an Orwellian dungeon
on the banks; on the city streets.
Still the people scream and shout
Still the people are marked with woe
Still the people wander about
Near where the chartered Thames does flow.
But above, the ancient houses
Eyes only see what they want to see
and treat humble peoples grouses
with no sense of propriety.
Is there hope for this ancient heart?
When history repeats herself.
Is there hope for her to restart?
And take her people off the shelf.