Second City, Second Coming

Blocks  of  grey  and  black  and  grey

Sit  beneath  grey  skies

Towers  of  white  amidst  the  green

The  world  through  a  Brummie’s  eyes.

 

Disused,  misused  space  to  let

Glimmering  towers  cast  shade

Industrial  devolution

Of  which  our  city  is  made.

 

Roaming  streets  and  crossing  squares

From  Digbeth  to  St  Paul’s

The  city  throngs  and  thrives

In  its  energetic  sprawls.

 

And  new  life  breathed  in  recent  months

Into  hearts  and  minds  of  some

Birmingham  the  Midlands  hub

If  you  build  it,  they  will  come.

 

And  build  again  the  city  will

It  will  rise  not  disappear

A  culture  with  a  legacy

The  place  to  be  is  here.

- James  Cronin