Glasgow Version

Time in an industrial city,
A strange one....
To yourself, maybe dirty,
Maybe gritty. There are reasons,
The steel, the coal, and alas,
The Ships have gone, as has
The industrial age, an era
Bygone, bitter and twisted?
No, not me. However,
In a city as big as this,
(Glasgow).
There are many; some bitter
Some so bad, like piss and vinegar.
Divisions in the city -
They are green and they are blue.
Ah! But the redness of the left,
Remains pure and true.
The Clyde-the cities main artery
Was red and now blue.
Due to politics then,
In the era of manufacturing.
Now comes the environmental clean-up.
So now the city gets "green".

(this is not written by me, but a response to my poem about Glasgow