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

Glasgow

Rain live driving rods
Cats and Dogs
Football on a Saturday
Difference from all over
Crying child for their father after

“It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night”
An earlier night
The river turns red
Why is it never sunny blue?
Reflecting this railhead town
Rusting steel

Sending people away
Fighting darkness
Fighting for right
Against its polar
But yet, they didn’t return

Bombed for what they did
Tested like lab rats
“For theirs is a land of ‘Hope and Glory’”
Yet, yes, “Mine is the green field and the factory floor”

Can I ask a personal question?
Which are you on?
Where is labour now?
Not in my field
They’ve left, not me
Let us build from here!