Olivia Cokayne city poem

Cars grumble scavenging for petrol
As the buildings
Stand tall towering over
The city centre.

Buses snigger
In their private lanes
Boasting to the cars.

Casinos sit pleaded
As they see the city light up.

Depressed back alleyways
Sob at the ruined streets
That once was a place
For singing houses.

Restraunts preach as their dinner
Skips inside them.
Sky scrapers bow over buildings,
Streets and houses.

Takeaways cry with laughter
As the hotels
Impressively fill up
At rapid speed .

Water fountains
Gloat confidently
As the paved streets
Light up.


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