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Poem based on The Eastend of London's move up market |
GENTRIFICATION The poor are moved out as the money's moving in Gentrification - no more the Eastend din! Ghosts of the blitz, the accents Tory blue Gentrification you know its nothing new This is the story relentlessly told Of new new money replacing the old New new money the cash is hard and cold You won't get a look in the story must be told Wine bars and fast cars the yuppie paradise The real Eastend has been put upon the ice They've knock down the docks and built the land of Oz No more the sound of cockneys and its just because The rich are moving in and buying all the land This situation is really getting out of hand The people with the roots can't afford a stake So the rich can play at Cockney's and acting really fake! They work in the city and on the stock exchange The Eastend ain't the Eastend and they are the ones to blame Remember the days of the pie and mash Replaced by fancy restaurants, for loads and loads of cash The Eastend was a ghetto once upon a time Now its been replaced by for sale signs The crys of "oi oi" from the cockney Sparrow Working his pitch on a market Barrow Doing business with his fruit and veg Now the voice says "OK Yah!" and flashes all the wedge The yuppies are moving in and the poor are moving out Gentrification is what its all about |