My Cherished Streets

Let them burn and raze you to the ground and strike you off all contoured maps,
As I shall record your beauty now, before your crumbling streets collapse.
Let them ridicule our long lost wealth as distant miners voices sing in hushed communal baths,
For I soak you all up like a dirty sponge that bathes in the proudest of my streets working class...

Cares

mugoob mugoo ;)