Westminster poem



Westminster station is an impressive sprawling station with endless ceilings and escalators and fluorescent lights, made entirely of exposed cement, some of which is covered in chicken wire. It isn’t beautiful or aesthetically pleasing, not in the least. It is constricting, and it invites a visit as brief as possible. It is unpleasant, but it is a work of art in that it, with a great surgeon’s precision, cuts at the seams of how we live, the working class underground, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, above. Old school hierarchy, in the twenty first century, when we’ve been educated about history and we’ve seen the result lying can take. It almost saddens me, that our leaders continue to play Capitalism with the same detachment they play Candy Crush, but it doesn’t. It pisses me off. This is not an episode of Downton Abbey. None of us is getting paid.

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