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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