The hazy skies of London

Hazy skies of London grey stretch out across the heavens
reaching down to concrete walls and cheerless windowpanes
traffic streaming through harsh, swarming streets,
more numerous and hostile than the polluted rains,
with people passing by oblivious and ignorant of my pains

The faceless sight of Londoners who see only what they want
who force the issue in traffic jams, isolated on their own
surrounded by a metal cage with windows they do not use
ignoring those things called traffic laws
not hearing high above, that the raven of death caws.

Rolling on and rolling off the crowded underground
Mind the gap, keep to the right, no strikes this week thank god
Why do I submit myself to this urban nightmare
Of course the answer is simple and true
A rainbow shines through when I’m with you.