The city smells of flesh

the city smells of flesh

the rich are drinking their champagne

putting cladding on buildings

like cheap dresses over beaten bodies

they will all notice the glitter

but you will the bruises

the city smells of flesh

poor kids looking for their mothers under some bricks

while tories hold another speech on a strong and stable government

dead bodies for jacuzzis

orphans for more walls

widows for crystal glasses

the screams of a woman throwing her baby form the 9th floor

begging for strangers to save him

and tories signing another petition against safety

lost souls haunting their neighbourhood in the night time

still sleeping

still dreaming

not knowing

a little boy catches his mother’s ashes

from the ground floor

the only way to say goodbye