When did you walk through here?

Did your bones ache

along the Thames shore,

Cutty pipes littered by you,

like fag-ends; today's

current litter.

Did you steam through

to your destination

wearing cloaks against

the grey, misted air

of London?

Were you aware of this town:

of its life and love of people

that made it the greatest city

in the world?

Did you watch Shakespeare

with bitter resentment,

paying your dues for an apple

- special treat.

Did the plague waft over you

attacking instead

others of your blood

while you watched death

surround you?

Did you wish your future be better

than your history? That your name

will be carried on through the generations?

That your people will continue to walk

past this dirty river?

Does your soul still lie here,

waiting anxiously to rise again

in these bitter, cobbled streets

of London Town?