WOE TO THEM
WOE TO THEM
The eco-Cross stands inert
Drips bird blood onto plains of dirt
Those fields of gold made glassy Hell
And leaking lead on noxious fells
Fond coastal views became a prey
To cluttered carbon fibre blades
Copse and brook, neat sheepfold
This Blessed Plot swallowed whole
Beach by beach, field on field
Bit by bit our land did yield
Till just a few 'Parks' we find
(all bossy signs and orange rind)
Till all we love has been defiled
Farewell to this our mauled isle!
But woe to them
Who brought such dearth!
Woe to them
Who rape the earth!
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