It was 8 o'clock on Monday morning.
I was standing by Lambeth North station.
And I saw a new London coming down from the heavens.
I saw a teenager leaping out of bed with joy,
laughing with the freshness of the morning.
I saw elderly ladies skipping down Kennington Road.
I saw children paddling in the River Thames.
I saw a football match in Kennington Park and the teams were mixed people
from every people group: asylum seekers And taxi drivers, policemen and