A young boy sits Water drips off the canopy above Soothing his face from the heat of the day Gazing at the lush bush Trees and Bubbling Brooks Everything as it should. Dirty yellow Bulldozers Invade, roll over Destroy, Clear, Chop, Burn A large motel sits on the land Where a once beautiful bush stood The young boy’s quiet reflection ...but a memory Rich families move in for their summer holidays "That tree is in the way" "Knock it down" "That waterfall is to noisy" "Level the land" The bush replaced by concrete Perfect and quiet Where there once was a bush now lies the greatest suburbia A great achievement! Some fucking achievement.
Reason for writing:
I was pissed off at what was happening in my part of the world.
Birth sign: Leo
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