recession

Cranes loom over the buildings of Londontown
The grey water reflects the prosperous Southbank
As the morning moves a circuit of cold, dark, mugginess.

The industrious denizens pace foot forward, foot forward,
They move determined towards their destination
Whilst a creeping insecurity lingers within them all.

On the 9th hour, Gordon speaks to the nation
His plan connects global speakers, calms through nationalising,
Except the red, red sun is already rising in the East. Print this post