This poem is a reference to the current events in my North London borough - Haringey - as well as referencing London on the whole.

This is my borough
where children grow and
care isn't thorough
turn on your news show.

You'll see my street
cameraman stands on my feet
another murder
in the City.

A child of one;
taken by his mother,
another future - gone.
I feel for his brother.

This is my Haringey
where people die,
slum lords demand their pay
and babies cry.

This is my city
where the rich rule all,
they laugh without pity
until the pound starts
to fall.