In the big city amongst municipal concrete 

Along a rugged coastline, rocks protruding 

Within a deprived enclave, bereft of tears

No apparent progress for years and years 

Where do you belong?

 

Breathing clean country air out in the sticks 

Near woodland or forest with healthy walks

In a has-been village where coal was mined

Where in desperation people turn to crime

Where do you belong?

 

Remote island or highlands in the bitter cold

More sheep than people, more track than road

On the streets of London, Glasgow or

wherever, you can lay your head and say

“I’ll never trust the system ever again”

Where do you belong?

 

In a political party or amongst the ‘arty farty’

with a certain label since a young upstart 

With ordinary people or someone on a mission,

to change the world or simply make a living

Where do you belong?

 

Are you striving for peace where you get no rest,

a downtrodden worker just trying his best

to get by each day whilst others make hay

as they sing their own songs...

But where do you belong?

The Urban Poet 2019