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No, the sun won’t shine here

  • Writer: twigg
    twigg
  • Aug 2, 2024
  • 2 min read

Here, the chimneys have since stopped smoking

The buildings’ empty

Boarded up.

But in this old town

The streets

are still

on fire.


And I don’t mean on fire

Like

Damn girl.

I mean

Gun shots

and petrol bombs.


That one was burnt down.

Remnants of black ash

now drips down the facade

As if tears falling from the windows.

Gossip labels it an insurance scam.

Everything is sad and forgotten.

Dormant.

Nothing much remains.

Dirty

Old

Town.


Gloom is in the air tonight

The skies are bleak and wet and grey

Yeah.

The clouds hang heavy

most days.

As if

bulging with doom

As if

a reflection

of what lies

below.

And

the sun won’t shine here.

No, the sun won’t shine.


Industrial wasteland

Rows and rows of boarded up terraces

Metal grates block light that should flood through windows and doors

NO ENTRY

to your home

anymore.

Because regeneration

doesn’t mean

improving things for the people that live there

whose family’s collective memories

line these streets.

The people who have suffered

who have been ignored.

It means

Skimming off the scum

and presenting it as something

Fresh and New

Up and Coming

For a different

sort of

wealthier

group.


Marx and Engels used to drink here,

Plotting out the Communist Manifesto.

200 years have passed

But the same people remain forgotten.

Trampled on.

Pushed aside.

And at the pub across the road

A woman stabbed and thrown over a wall

Her body left to roll

down the bank

into the Irwell.

And

the sun won’t shine here.

No , the sun won’t shine.



But haven’t you heard this area is up and coming

We’re clearing the way for bright young things,

business people, middle classes

“Did you know the BBC…?”

“Yeah”

“Big news”

Now there’s

upside-down houses

that mirror the way we serve this community.

Big prizes go to the one’s who can afford it

Nothing

for those who need more.

No, your homes

aren’t for the likes

of you

anymore.

No, your town

isn’t for the likes

of you

anymore.

So let the heavens open

the rain pour.

And

the sun won’t shine here.

No, the sun has never shone

on anyone

here

before.

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