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In a matter of a few years, big changes in our village..

Our Town

by HarryT

In a once quiet and peaceful place I saw from the last window laced   Five steely giraffes bowing down Smoke belching beetles chewing the ground   No longer the music of leaves in the breeze No longer the sound of grass growing ease Not even an island of tawny toned weeds.   Now the sun no longer even a specter Lanced just as Achilles did Hector Our streets are canyons of haze No more will Jack set maples ablaze Gone are the elm, oak and maples Now glass and concrete our staples   Our homescape is changing Development gods need shaming As their storage cabinets pierce the sky Adulterating our beautiful sky   Steel and glass has won the hour More and more every hour The politicians continue to win Filling their pockets with the fruits of urban din .   Goodbye to the quite of old life Hello to the hubbub of new strife As storage towers continue to climb Housing the specimens of our New Urbania