In London Now   In London now, we witness much the same, Alas, because some poor black bloke was slain? Again, because policemen bear no blame? Oh, across England is there one refrain? Just, months ago we watched the Royals wed. Brits rose above race differences and class. Now in the street, its hooligans they dread Gone is that sweet mirage; lo, the morass! London, Bristol, Manchester, Liverpool... At night, we see how disaffected rule. They smash, they loot - set cars and stores alight, Just mindless vandals looking for a fight. At dawn, broom-wielding Wombles clean the mess, But who will sweep the embers of distress. Copyright 2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.