A dawn raid poem
A poem following the dawn raid on the trees on Rustlings Road.
I walked down Rustlings Road admiring the golden trees
I was glad to live not far from such a tranquil place of peace
But on Thursday I was horrified to find the trees had gone
Whatever now I asked myself, has this hypocritical council done?
As I’ve often said before, the council’s full of consultation flannel
But I never thought they would completely ignore their own tree panel
They came like cowardly thieves when the sun was dawning
So that lovers of our heritage would have no chance of warning
What happens next? Will they come surreptitiously in the dark
And take away the driveway limes in Endcliffe Park?
They do not listen to the people, folks views they just ignore
I for one, won’t be taken in, by the ‘listening’ council any more
And what sort of council has two grannies arrested on the quiet
Did they think they were about to start a violent dawn riot?
Concerned Heritage Lover
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