This has had mixed reception among people I have shown so I thought I'd add a synopsis so as to not offend people:

This is the story of me going for a walk around Kensington and some of the thoughts I had. All I could think about was the tragedy of Baby P; I was consumed by the horror of it and how these people living in Kensington are in the same city but are so far apart from that world; they learn to dance - Baby P could barely even walk before his time was taken. This thought affected me deeply. So; enjoy.

I follow the darkened street
the cobbled road beneath my feet

The greatest city in the world
where reality became unfurled

I feel the blood run down the walls
about the chandelier-ed dancing halls

I see the middling learn to dance
I turn my head and with a glance

I see the happy smiling glee
of the poor dead baby P.