East London

by Bradley Peter   Jan 15, 2006


In the cold dark streets
where all men fear
in the corners of filth
where souls disappear

on the dirty rough roads
where graffiti covers the walls
the place they've all forgot
and the good and mighty falls

behind where no one treads
pass the no mans land
meters away from hell
pass where the warnings stand

in a place you get shot dead
and no one bats an eye
a world shut off from others
with a thick black sky

where dirty deeds are done
a place ruled by crime
and suffering is mundane
because it happens all the time

where police no longer go
and fire quenched by rain
where hospitals aren't built
because its money down the drain

here there are no lights
this is where darkness lives
and everybody takes
and no one ever gives

it smells of rotting flesh
because many lose their lives
this place hell rejected
is where evil still survives

this is east London
the lowest of the low
the scum of the earth
and don't we only know

but this is my merry life
and I'd never want a trade
the sun's too bright anyway
I'd rather live here in the shade

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Another awesome poem
    great job
    5/5
    once again
    ~eMA

  • 18 years ago

    by Bethan

    I love dis poem not only from a literary sense but its also dat it is a dark but realistic perspective on da 'Eastside Ghetto' (lol). I loved da bluntness ov it, wen u think bout it most ov us r happy 2 live here cos its all we know but wen u think bout it it aint how evry1 lives is it? but i wuldnt rly wna live newer else tho eiva.
    I think my favourite stanzas wer...all ov dem cos I think I lyk 1 or 2 den I lyk sme others more when I read dem again so I give up tryin 2 choose. But NEway jus 2 let u no dat I LOVE all ur poems, Your are an extremely talented poet who writes with real compassion, emotion and sensitivity and you have an amazing gift with words.
    All my love,
    B xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
    P.S I love you lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots etc. (i think u get da drift lol)

  • 18 years ago

    by ~*You are my only one*~

    This is an amazing poem. I love the flow and the words you use to describe things. My favorite stanza is "it smells of rotting flesh
    because many lose their lives
    this place hell rejected
    is where evil still survives"
    Very nicely written, and no I'm not a better writer than you are. You are very talented. Keep it up!

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