Green is lost
I walked alone through unlit streets
With only the sound of my dragging feet
Echoing off the cold dark walls
Of another suburban conurbation
Soon all that’s green will be consumed
And all our beloved towns will be doomed
Then just one name will be needed
The city of Great Britain
New build housing,
They say it’s a must
Soon all our green land
Will be just brick and dust
As quickly as they can build these new houses
People move in with their children and spouses
Not sparing a thought for our lost community
And blind to those people living in poverty
Houses now built
The consequences show
The infrastructure strains
Did they not know?
The traffic becomes horrendous
The roads just can’t cope
The GP’s surgeries and Hospital’s
Are already stretched to the end of their ropes
So where does the money come from
To buy up all this lush green land
Maybe from the government’s
Corrupt and greedy back hand
England's green and pleasant land is fast turning into a building site
very topical Darren a protest poem!